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che cosa era esso i motori detti
cammino giù i percorsi del giardino
la neve bisbiglia circa me
ed il mio nome è sincero
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
con il tramonto
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
è aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare

 



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