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dai nostri posti nascosti
chi chiamerà il vento
ma alas, sogni giusti
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
aumentato dai morti

 



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