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lasci il unsaid bello di parole
qui cade nessuna luce
ascolti
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
splendor dolce
riempio questa tazza
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
sono fevered
perchè così triste mio bello?
nella sfera

 



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