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ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
sto cantando voi
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
ciò è l'arsenale
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
era un oysterman giovane alto
composto del loveliness da solo
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
in settembre
il prato stava strisciando
non eravamo molti

 



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