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non eravamo molti
penso spesso alla città bella
esprimiamo le nostre passioni più basse
il cielo
quando ho esaminato i vostri occhi
amilo in fine, o se non
sotto la luna della raccolta
ed il mio nome è sincero
e con l'uccello di ronzio
due file dei cavoli
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
per verità, per amore
i loro capelli bei
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate

 



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