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la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
un miglio dietro
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
sole e vento e battimento del mare
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate

 



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