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e cosě va
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
sono il vento che esita
era un oysterman giovane alto
nel vostro volo
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
con gioia e wonder
forse
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
ho vinto la corsa
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
vedrň stasera una stella

 



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