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quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
riassunto su una notte di volo
ma alas, sogni giusti
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
prenda i miei bracelets
le preghiere bianche piccole
figlie di tempo
da me indegno e sconosciuto
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
debole-č traversata la canzone
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
nei numeri mournful

 



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