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agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
lą dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
il padrone dei destini umani sono io
dal pavimento al soffitto
il sole ha fatto un passo gił dal suo throne dorato
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness

 



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