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cos perso
cos caduto
l'aria piena l'alba del e la molla
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
fate non sentirsi
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
riempio questa tazza
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
il dolce con il fern ed aumentato
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare

 



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