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amilo in fine, o se non
veda lo sperimentale
siete bei e sbiaditi
nel porto di nuovo York
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
con gli occhi meek e marroni
all'interno della mia mano tengo
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
aumentato dai morti
il sole ha fatto un passo giù dal suo throne dorato
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia

 



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