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per allora senza
ad alcuno i dii grassi
indietro, giri indietro
in settembre
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
come le aquile sul high alto
chi ama la pioggia
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
il piů triste dell'anno
siete il mio compagno
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente

 



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