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il sole ha fatto un passo giù dal suo throne dorato
due file dei cavoli
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
sto cantando voi
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
vado il mio senso complacently
rose ed oro
non brucio incenso
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno

 



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