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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
glass-blower di tempo
e con l'uccello di ronzio
la signora, il vostro cuore si č girata verso polvere
gli archi del ponticello rosso
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
braided e tessuto
riassunto su una notte di volo
i giorni hypocritic
con gli occhi meek e marroni
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione

 



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