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le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
le preghiere bianche piccole
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
ma non posso ora leggerlo
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
che cosa era esso i motori detti
circa ha sporto querela al padrone
deve andare indietro, ha detto

 



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