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sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč
abbiamo nessuno shame?
un uccello ha cantato
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
uccelli contro il vento di aprile
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
truely
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
tre anni fa oggi

 



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