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è andato
ci situiamo
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscurità
alcuni giorni più ventosi
devo dire buona notte
figlie di tempo
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
e pane del breaketh non di più
così caduto
quell'anno
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
fate non sentirsi

 



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