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il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
nelle mattine nube-grige
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
in sua tenda custodita
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
riassunto su una notte di volo
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli

 



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