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quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
glooms delle viv-quercie
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
esprimiamo le nostre passioni piů basse
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
la mia anima č un campo arato scuro
li prevedo
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
il fratello, sono fuoco
ci č uno che quella i amava una volta cosě tanto
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre

 



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