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sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
non posso ora dirvi
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
scattando in su, cadendo
fra le montagne ho vagato
quell'anno
dolce e forte
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
è spesso non così?
che cosa noi ora farà
il padrone dei destini umani sono io

 



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