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che cosa era esso i motori detti
ha detto
siete bei e sbiaditi
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
non giri la vostra testa
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
non rimanga nient'altro
le preghiere bianche piccole
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
le vecchie canzoni
la gradisco
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano

 



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