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ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
amo rubare per un po'via
città che non è una città
come candela bianca
gli archi del ponticello rosso
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
alla mezzanotte
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me

 



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