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fate non sentirsi
era molte e molto un anno fa
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
era un oysterman giovane alto
stuff della luna
ed il mio nome č sincero
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte

 



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