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quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
nella sfera
semplicitŕ
non si addolori che finito
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
con il tramonto
amo rubare per un po'via
un uccello ha cantato
nobility della morte ancora
ma alas, sogni giusti
mi domando dove vivete
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
sono una donna
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto

 



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