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il più triste dell'anno
dove io trovili
chi ama la pioggia
lungo le serie
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
sopra i tetti corra le ombre delle nubi
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato

 



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