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quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
il giorno è fatto
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
prenda i miei bracelets
come candela bianca
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno

 



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