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faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
dicami più di meno o dicami di più
chi chiamerà il vento
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo

 



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