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poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero
e così va
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
il fratello, sono fuoco
debole-è traversata la canzone
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
scattando in su, cadendo
una foschia stava guidando giù
ci è un paese in pieno di vino
rose ed oro

 



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