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non eravamo molti
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
due file dei cavoli
una foschia stava guidando giů
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
conosco che cosa state andando dire
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
perchč facciali sempre basamento lŕ che rabbrividisce
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
ciň č la nave della perla

 



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