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del sole né stelle
sono il vento che esita
è allineare che dite che i dii sono più uso a voi che i fairies
il dolce con il fern ed è aumentato
prima del san bronze solenne
ascolti il mare suonante
nei numeri mournful
perchè
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante

 



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