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alcuni giorni più ventosi
ascolti
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
portimi la canzone morbida
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
moonlight profondo e tenero
diami la fame
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
dal mare scintillante
prima del san bronze solenne
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb

 



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