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andato prima di noi
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
prenda i miei bracelets
perchè facciali sempre basamento là che rabbrividisce
ho vinto la corsa
città che non è una città
alti pareti ed enorme
non dal mondo largo di tutto
a volte mi domando se è realmente allineare

 



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