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li ho sentiti nella notte
quegli occhi neri i una volta coś elogiato
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
per allora senza
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli
il corpo pụ limitare

 



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