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ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
morbidamente piangendo
veda che mi dò voi
ci è un paese in pieno di vino
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
sono vecchio e cieco
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
composto del loveliness da solo
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre

 



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