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non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
come esso
per allora senza
è andato
in un vecchio alloggiamento si è illuminato morbidamente
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
dialo
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
era una bellezza nei giorni
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
penso spesso alla città bella

 



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