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tristemente parlando
fra le montagne ho vagato
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
nei numeri mournful
quando venite stasera
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
un miglio dietro
è andato
che cosa noi ora farĂ 
non giri la vostra testa
il sole ha fatto un passo giĂą dal suo throne dorato
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra

 



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