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la notte era nera e drear
città che non è una città
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
del sole né stelle
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
uomo freddo severo
braided e tessuto
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
ciò è la nave della perla
sono fevered
ci situiamo

 



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