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perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
come esso
mi sono levato in piedi
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
poco parco che attraverso
mille anni silenziosi fa
fiori dei bambini

 



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