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movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
come esso
deve andare indietro, ha detto
dicami
il più triste dell'anno
all'interno della mia mano tengo
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
non sia arrabbiato con me
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
nobility della morte ancora
moonlight profondo e tenero
tre anni fa oggi

 



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