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ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
che cosa noi ora farŕ
sotto il timone del guerriero
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
una penna di acciaio
ciň č la canzone della gioventů
ciň č l'arsenale
al lato di un campo raso
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
al lover appassionato
per allora senza
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me

 



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