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ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
andato prima di noi
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
come le aquile sul high alto
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
forse č materia che avete morto
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra

 



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