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parla non bene
che cosa era esso i motori detti
ma alas, sogni giusti
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
come esso
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
là dalla finestra nella vecchia casa

 



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