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la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
vedr stasera una stella
sopra loro tutte, osservando gi
quando libert dalla sua altezza della montagna
l'aria come una farfalla
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
il dolce con il fern ed aumentato
nei numeri mournful
senza sosta
quando ero un ragazzo all'universit

 



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