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come livellare cade
dal ponticello rude
non prego per pace
quando ero un ragazzo all'universitŕ
sotto il timone del guerriero
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
prima del san bronze solenne
noi che si sono levati in piedi
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto

 



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