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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
l'alba era verde mela
devo dire buona notte
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
non dal mondo largo di tutto
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare

 



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