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il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
oscillato nella culla del profondo
semplicemente parlando

 



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