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rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
travails della terra
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
sotto la luna della raccolta
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
veda lo sperimentale
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
ascolti
noi che si sono levati in piedi
ma non posso ora leggerlo
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte

 



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