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rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
ci č un paese in pieno di vino
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
li prevedo
del sole né stelle
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
amo le vecchie disposizioni melodious
ci situiamo
come livellare cade
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
diami la fame

 



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