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poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
stuff della luna
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
perchè così triste mio bello?
dicami non
ombre alate che scopano vicino
dicami più di meno o dicami di più

 



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