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non posso ora dirvi
dite che lo amate
sto cantando voi
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
le ombre delle navi
ma non posso ora leggerlo
non giri la vostra testa
ad alcuno i dii grassi
nel porto di nuovo York
era una bellezza nei giorni
siete svegli?
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
dialo

 



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