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il dolce con il fern ed č aumentato
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
la nerezza
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
volontŕ glimmer sul mare?
all'interno della mia mano tengo
sopra i tetti corra le ombre delle nubi
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
non dal mondo largo di tutto

 



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