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non eravamo molti
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
le tonalitĂ  della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
dialo
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
prenda i miei bracelets
vedrò stasera una stella
dal ponticello rude
passato inesorabile di thou
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare

 



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