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non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
stuff della luna
la neve bisbiglia circa me
la musica i si sentita con voi era pi della musica
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
travails della terra

 



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