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la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
uomo freddo severo
dicami più di meno o dicami di più
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
abbiamo nessuno shame?

 



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