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sentite la pioggia?
che cosa era esso i motori detti
travails della terra
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
ho lanciato il mondo
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
questi sono
non eravamo molti
osservare di là
forse è materia che avete morto
città che non è una città
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai

 



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