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e pane del breaketh non di più
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
era non per quell'odore singolare
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
mi chiedono dove sono stato

 



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