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le vecchie canzoni
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
semplicità
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
all'alba, ha detto
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani

 



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