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il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
senza sosta
osservare di là
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
il fratello, sono fuoco
il cielo
per coprire il pensiero ardente
sia in me come gli atteggiamenti eternal
ed il mio nome è sincero
quando il velare dagli occhi è alzato
ombre alate che scopano vicino
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato

 



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