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non eravamo molti
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
la nerezza
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?

 



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