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sopra il fiume beckon a me
siete svegli?
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
dai nostri posti nascosti
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
fiori dei bambini
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
da solo
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
per verità, per amore
non si addolori che finito

 



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