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la notte era nera e drear
le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
sotto la luna della raccolta
morbidamente piangendo
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
lungo una riva del fiume
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
quando il vento funziona contro di noi nell'oscuritŕ
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
nella sfera
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro

 



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