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potremmo ma sapere
oscillato nella culla del profondo
all'alba, ha detto
č ci qualcuno lŕ
dai prati ricchi con cereale
sono vecchio e cieco
amo rubare per un po'via
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
da solo
lungo le serie
pensieri tramite la mia testa

 



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