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da solo
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
li ho sentiti nella notte
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
così perso
prima del san bronze solenne
dicami più di meno o dicami di più
ci è un paese in pieno di vino

 



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