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l'aria è come una farfalla
qui cade nessuna luce
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
prenda i miei bracelets
rose ed oro
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
era molte e molto un anno fa
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
ho detto

 



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