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il merriment infinito e insensato delle stelle
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
con il tramonto
così perso
amilo in fine, o se non
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
il sole è in su
non sia falso
sto morendo
era un oysterman giovane alto

 



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