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la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
conosce un rilascio poco costoso
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
mai in tutta la mia vita
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
č ci qualcuno lŕ
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč
con il tramonto
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
ascolti il mare suonante
glass-blower di tempo
siete bei e sbiaditi
cara moglie

 



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