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sono il vento che esita
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
che cosa io devono voi
li ho detestati
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
era non per quell'odore singolare
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
alcuni giorni piů ventosi
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
movimento del vostro corpo č come musica

 



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