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per allora senza
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
il lampo ha esposto a flash ed ha alzato
la mia anima un campo arato scuro
amilo in fine, o se non
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
nella sfera
nei numeri mournful

 



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