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christmas poem

ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
chi è il corridore nei cieli
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
li ho sentiti nella notte

 



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