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ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
ho vinto la corsa
ho lanciato il mondo
era l'autunno dell'anno
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
ciò è la nave della perla
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
faccialo rotare giù dal prato

 



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