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era l'autunno dell'anno
non dal mondo largo di tutto
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
mescolisi
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
braided e tessuto
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
non sia arrabbiato con me
non eravamo molti
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
dite che lo amate

 



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