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limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
non si addolori che finito
quando il velare dagli occhi č alzato
sto cantando voi
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
pensieri tramite la mia testa
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
siete svegli?
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
semplicemente parlando
dal ponticello rude

 



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