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non si addolori che finito
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
come le aquile sul high alto
la notte scorsa la luna piena ha posto un panno del bianco
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
nel vostro volo
dicami
è ci qualcuno là
in sua tenda custodita
una storia molto notevole questo è
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte

 



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