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ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
sono vecchio e cieco
come un uomo nudo io va
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
la musica i si è sentita con voi era più della musica
ha detto
scuro-eyed
nei loro regimentals ragged
da solo
è spesso non così?
tempesta

 



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