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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
all'alba, ha detto
sto cantando voi
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti

 



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