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il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
ci è un paese in pieno di vino
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
tempesta
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
andato prima di noi
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
uomo freddo severo

 



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