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li ho detestati
uomo freddo severo
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
ed il mio nome è sincero
ottanta anni hanno passato e piĂą
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
le tonalitĂ  della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino

 



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