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fate non sentirsi
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
come le aquile sul high alto
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
qui cade nessuna luce
è ci qualcuno là
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
quindi non posso
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
felicità
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
sopra il fiume beckon a me

 



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