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ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
conosco che cosa state andando dire
non rimanga nient'altro
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
ho vinto la corsa
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce

 



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