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i loro capelli bei
nella sfera
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
nei numeri mournful
disprezzo i miei amici più di voi
debole-è traversata la canzone
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
se esso

 



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