With frenzy of hands
touches your limbs, this morning the huge
mantle of the world that leads the parade of masks, fake
mute
I sanded, I have broken up, I
Publius Decius Mus,
your walls uncertainty besiege
draw water from the bellows
all the mana necessary
m'avventerò
your army of armed sprezzatura
handcuffed
suddenly die
we sacrifice to the dead of both
Mani
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