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ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
perchè così triste mio bello?
li ho detestati
veda lo sperimentale
dove io trovili
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
ho visto le stelle più fiere
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
sotto la luna della raccolta

 



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