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quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
che cosa era esso i motori detti
il sole ha fatto un passo giù dal suo throne dorato
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
conosco che cosa state andando dire

 



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