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ottanta anni hanno passato e pi
che probabilit spiteful ruba i unawares
notte mysterious
la mia anima un campo arato scuro
disprezzo i miei amici pi di voi
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
perch allora, il mosto noi vede?
dicami
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
i loro capelli bei

 



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