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ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
se fossi molto sicuro
babylon -- dove vado sognare
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
dove io trovili
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
le verità terribili questi sono
gli archi del ponticello rosso
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
tengo il vostro cuore

 



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