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gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
questi sono
lo ho visto una volta prima
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
babylon -- dove vado sognare
in possa
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
vivo dalla riva del fiume
osservare di là

 



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