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li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
qui cade nessuna luce
città che non è una città
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
morbido come la base nella terra
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
cammino giù i percorsi del giardino
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
alti pareti ed enorme
moonlight profondo e tenero



 



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