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per allora senza
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
era un oysterman giovane alto
che cosa era esso i motori detti
ascolti
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi

 



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