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sufletul meu este un domeniu întuneric ploughed
dar nu pot să vă citesc acum
El chiar şi-ar fi sa glumă
a fost un timp în fostul ani
am auzit de vânt toate zile
cu adevărat
oraş că nu este un oraş
I, atunci când a fost rupt în Londra
Întuneric role sus
îngândurat, între apus şi întuneric
praf de stele şi ireal lumina

 



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