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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
l'odore del č aumentato cosě falso, le spine cosě allineare
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
gloom
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
come come le stelle č questo il bianco, facce nameless
non sia falso

 



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