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tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
dove io trovili
chi chiamerŕ il vento
mistero piů scuro e piů sconosciuto
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
come candela bianca

 



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