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addolorisi non per l'invisibile
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
dolce e forte
vi ricordate di
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
passato inesorabile di thou
corsa alto-sopportata

 



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