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era non per quell'odore singolare
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
splendor dolce
riassunto su una notte di volo
dai nostri posti nascosti
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
ho visto la prima pera

 



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