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𝙸𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎,
𝚎̀ 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎, mi prosciuga e risucchia l'anima, l'essenza, 𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘, 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒, 𝚖𝚊 𝚎̀ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚛𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚊. 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚞̀ 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘.
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