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le montagne sono gente silenziosa
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
un miglio dietro
una penna di acciaio
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
rinnovi la visione di piacere
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
per guardare tutto il giorno l'onda blu arricciarsi e rompersi
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai

 



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