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quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
ho lanciato il mondo
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
gloom
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready

 



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