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poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
non brucio incenso
il corpo può limitare
alti pareti ed enorme
una foschia stava guidando giù
siete vivi?
nella terra silenziosa
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
chi è il corridore nei cieli
penso spesso alla città bella
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
siete il mio compagno
ho guardato sul cielo glorious

 



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