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non giri la vostra testa
forse
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
le ombre pongono lungo broadway
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
alla mezzanotte

 



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