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ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
amo le vecchie disposizioni melodious
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
forse č materia che avete morto
figlie di tempo
le canzoni antiche
conosce un rilascio poco costoso

 



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