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ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
desolato e solo
oscillato nella culla del profondo
ed il mio nome č sincero
mescolisi
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
qui si trova una signora la piů bella
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
le preghiere bianche piccole

 



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