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non prego per pace
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
ho lanciato il mondo
dio
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
benchč repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
era non per quell'odore singolare
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
quegli occhi neri i una volta cosě elogiato

 



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