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Oh, Nanton, Nanton, because you Ritelli?
SIRTA diffuses the light and its travanni
blavin took over the irtallo. Down in the
Truini Trufa topogo
el'afio Sgueglia emolle the trigorago.
See? One had to mEDRA Stelmi
and you lived with Bisetto by alife. So what?
The quispolone Tisa and now serves,
el'oporino, of course, awaits the martegallo. How
Visaggio, eh, how many Visaggi? As if the
tormo el'irca you stink!
Listen to me: lurpa disputes and metals
quemolare And no more.
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I dedicate this composition to metasemantica Fosco Maraini (see my first comment) and the great future of the past, indeed, not to offend anyone, the great traditionalist of the Future.
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