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questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
ci situiamo
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
veda che mi dò voi
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre

 



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