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come esso
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero
potremmo ma sapere
non giri la vostra testa
nel vostro volo
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
lungo le serie
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
corsa alto-sopportata
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili

 



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