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è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
chi chiamerà il vento
andato prima di noi
la fragranza è venuto
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
come le aquile sul high alto
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
il corpo può limitare
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
sopra il fiume, sulla collina

 



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