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la notte era nera e drear
impaurito nient'altro, dico
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare
sotto la luna della raccolta
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
città che non è una città
senza sosta
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
li ho detestati
braided e tessuto

 



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