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non eravamo molti
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
come candela bianca
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
per verit, per amore
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
ha incurvato l'inondazione

 



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