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quando vado di nuovo a terra
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
noi che si sono levati in piedi
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
l'odore del č aumentato cosě falso, le spine cosě allineare
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
glass-blower di tempo

 



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