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prima del san bronze solenne
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
amo le vecchie disposizioni melodious
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
la penso splendido giusto
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
siete chiari
il mio figlio guasto e sono ciechi andanti

 



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