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truely
il prato stava strisciando
le verità terribili questi sono
il sole è in su
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
morbido come la base nella terra
sono fevered
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato

 



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