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e pane del breaketh non di più
morbidamente piangendo
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
prima del san bronze solenne
li prevedo
la notte era nera e drear
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
ha scoppiato il vino feroce

 



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