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perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
il fratello, sono fuoco
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
nella sfera
il sole ha fatto un passo giù dal suo throne dorato
vi ricordate di
desolato e solo
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
è ci qualcuno là

 



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