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come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
così caduto
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirò
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
quel compagno sconosciuto è venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
nobility della morte ancora
sono fevered

 



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