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il giorno č fatto
sto morendo
mi chiedono dove sono stato
fiori dei bambini
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
dove io trovili
uccelli contro il vento di aprile
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicň
prenda i miei bracelets
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me

 



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