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quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
la luce ritirata
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
facce belle e tragical
ma non posso ora leggerlo
riempio questa tazza
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
come le aquile sul high alto
che cosa era esso i motori detti

 



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