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tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
ed il mio nome è sincero
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
un uccello ha cantato
in tutte le cose non parlate di
indietro, giri indietro
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
le verità terribili questi sono

 



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