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ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
il prato stava strisciando

 



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