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dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
la luce ritirata
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra
là dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
una parola di volo di qui e là
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
qui cade nessuna luce
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro

 



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