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scuro-eyed
all'interno della mia mano tengo
che probabilitŕ spiteful ruba i unawares
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
calma come che seconda estate
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare
come candela bianca
quando il vento funziona contro di noi nell'oscuritŕ
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing

 



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