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scattando in su, cadendo
dal ponticello rude
aumentato dai morti
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
un miglio dietro
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
sto morendo
indietro, giri indietro
ho vinto la corsa
dai prati ricchi con cereale

 



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