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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
ottanta anni hanno passato e piů
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
volontŕ glimmer sul mare?
quindi non posso
mi sono levato in piedi
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
veda lo sperimentale
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
glass-blower di tempo
esprimiamo le nostre passioni piů basse
due file dei cavoli

 



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