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le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
ultima mezzanotte
mescolisi
sia in me come gli atteggiamenti eternal
non giri la vostra testa
quegli occhi neri i una volta cosě elogiato
sono il vento che esita
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto

 



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