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quando ero un ragazzo all'universitŕ
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
che cosa io devono voi
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
eliminazione, lottante vainly
glooms delle viv-quercie
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
basamento qui dal mio lato
fate non sentirsi

 



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