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i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
ora
fate non sentirsi
una penna di acciaio
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
felicità
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare

 



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