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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
ascolti
che probabilitŕ spiteful ruba i unawares
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
i loro capelli bei
non dal mondo largo di tutto
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
scattando in su, cadendo

 



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