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con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
se fossi molto sicuro
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
morbidamente piangendo
del sole né stelle
ma alas, sogni giusti
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio

 



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