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short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
il fratello, sono fuoco
come livellare cade
faccialo rotare giĂą dal prato
aumentato dai morti
dialo
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
non si addolori che finito
semplicemente parlando
dal profondo e l'oscuritĂ 
quell'anno
glass-blower di tempo

 



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