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dicami più di meno o dicami di più
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
stella-polvere e luce vaporous
al lato di un campo raso
quale si conservare
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
buona donna
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
il corpo può limitare
ascolti

 



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