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tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
andato prima di noi
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
semplicemente parlando
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
ma non posso ora leggerlo
uno con voi
la luce ritirata
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
così perso

 



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