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basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
la luce ritirata
se esso
conosco che cosa state andando dire
siete il mio compagno
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
braided e tessuto
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente stata mescolata
quando il velare dagli occhi alzato

 



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