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come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
il giorno è fatto
le preghiere bianche piccole
sono vecchio e cieco

 



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