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i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
facce belle e tragical
sono una donna
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
siete svegli?

 



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