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i poets dicono a
travails della terra
desolato e solo
amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
dicami
figlie di tempo
fate non sentirsi
non giri la vostra testa
ha scoppiato il vino feroce

 



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