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non prego per pace
è andato
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
circa ha sporto querela al padrone
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
splendor dolce
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
a che cosa una donna la paragonerà cara
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
diami la fame
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta

 



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