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ho guardato sul cielo glorious
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
dicami
il corpo può limitare
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
deve andare indietro, ha detto
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
qui cade nessuna luce

 



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