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che cosa era esso i motori detti
cammino giů i percorsi del giardino
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
sotto il timone del guerriero
riassunto su una notte di volo
figlie di tempo
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
ad alcuno i dii grassi
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
ombre alate che scopano vicino
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
dolce e forte
alla mezzanotte
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč

 



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