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con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
e pane del breaketh non di più
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
sole e vento e battimento del mare
tristemente parlando
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare
sono il vento che esita
malinconia, azzurro era

 



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