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quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
nella terra silenziosa
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
noi che si sono levati in piedi
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
per allora senza

 



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