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in tutte le cose non parlate di
impaurito nient'altro, dico
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
uno per uno, come va da un albero
era un oysterman giovane alto
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays

 



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