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una pesca piccola nel frutteto si č sviluppata
per venire cosě presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscuritŕ
ottanta anni hanno passato e piů
siete svegli?
dal ponticello rude
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirň
all'interno della mia mano tengo
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
mi chiedono dove sono stato
era l'autunno dell'anno
la luce ritirata
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
stuff della luna

 



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