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questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
conosco non dove
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
quindi non posso
passato inesorabile di thou
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
scuro-eyed
il dolce con il fern ed č aumentato

 



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