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città che non è una città
chi ama la pioggia
basamento qui dal mio lato
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
nobility della morte ancora
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
era non per quell'odore singolare
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
nei loro regimentals ragged
osservare di là
come livellare cade
veda lo sperimentale

 



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