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perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscuritĂ 
lo ho visto una volta prima
vivo dalla riva del fiume
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
riempio questa tazza
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
dolce e forte
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro

 



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