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se esso
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
era non per quell'odore singolare
del sole né stelle
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
la festività reale è stata fatta
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
città che non è una città
nobility della morte ancora
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea

 



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