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è andato
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
scuro-eyed
senza sosta
ho vinto la corsa
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
il corpo può limitare
piantiamo

 



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