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non giri la vostra testa
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
sotto il timone del guerriero
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
la sua faccia č giusta e liscia e fine
il fratello, sono fuoco
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
siete il mio compagno
quindi non posso
fate sentirsi
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce

 



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