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non sia falso
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
con gli occhi meek e marroni
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
lungo le serie
babylon -- dove vado sognare
quale si conservare
ha una radura, loveliness vento-riparato
non eravamo molti
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
chi chiamerà il vento
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre

 



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