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amavo una donna
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
semplicemente parlando
desolato e solo
dite che lo amate
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
andato prima di noi
splendido e terribile il vostro amore

 



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