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sentite la pioggia?
buona donna
lascilo essere triste
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
siete il mio compagno
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
in un vecchio alloggiamento si è illuminato morbidamente
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
città che non è una città

 



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