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l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
le vecchie canzoni
disprezzo i miei amici più di voi
città che non è una città
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
pensieri tramite la mia testa
una penna di acciaio
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
ottanta anni hanno passato e più

 



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