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ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
riempio questa tazza
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
tengo il vostro cuore
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
ho vinto la corsa
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
l'aria è come una farfalla
ho fatto una volta soltanto un voto, uno

 



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