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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
come come le stelle č questo il bianco, facce nameless
la fragranza č venuto
dal pavimento al soffitto
l'odore del č aumentato cosě falso, le spine cosě allineare
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
la sua faccia č giusta e liscia e fine
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?

 



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