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sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
li ho detestati
come le aquile sul high alto
una foschia stava guidando giù
gli archi del ponticello rosso
noi che si sono levati in piedi
non rimanga nient'altro
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
quale desidero rilevare
è ci qualcuno là
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano

 



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