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la neve bisbiglia circa me
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
uno per uno, come va da un albero
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
non prego per pace
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
all'interno della mia mano tengo
esprimiamo le nostre passioni più basse
ciò è l'arsenale
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore

 



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