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braided e tessuto
amilo in fine, o se non
potremmo ma sapere
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
là dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
nei numeri mournful
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
dal puntello, dal mare
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
glooms delle viv-quercie
così perso
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli

 



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