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i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
quando ero si rotto a Londra
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
dolce e forte
come un uomo nudo io va
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
questi sono
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
l dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
devo dire buona notte
lucida l'ultima et, il seguente con speranza visto

 



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