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li ho sentiti nella notte
prima del san bronze solenne
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
quando libertŕ dalla sua altezza della montagna
era non per quell'odore singolare
un uccello ha cantato
poco parco che attraverso
siete bei e sbiaditi
dite che lo amate
noi che si sono levati in piedi

 



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