| Spectre of death influencing our lives, you hang over us
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| You bite our hips we undergo your second level effects
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| You sunk us in your vortex, you cyclically return
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| to molest our certainty.
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| I reject repetitions, I cannot keep abreast
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| of my thoughts, too fast…
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| I don’t check my weigh, I hate all pre-arranged feasts
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| I’m used to writing when I’m alone, I hate chewing people
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| I sink you in my vortex, I cyclically return to molest your certainty.
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| Snow falls attracted by earth
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| An inner passion moves it,
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| Like the passion between the seeds and the ground.
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| Black vision, lack of pressure and collapse
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| Red vision, blood up to brain.
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| I live in a marsh of crimes and nerves
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| Hybrid of happy sprawls
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| Lighted by invention.
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| My breast of tenebra feeds the silence.
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| Black vision, lack of pressure and collapse
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| Red vision, blood up to brain.
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| …e nella notte vaghi tesori rifulgono. |