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la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
glooms delle viv-quercie
il corpo può limitare
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
i poets dicono a
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
li ho sentiti nella notte
rose ed oro

 



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