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amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
scuro-eyed
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
ci situiamo
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
un pensiero dolce solenne
non sia falso

 



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