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vecchio vino da bere
da solo
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
diami la fame
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
è spesso non così?
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
vivo dalla riva del fiume
una storia molto notevole questo è
sono una donna
in settembre
amo le vecchie disposizioni melodious
il fratello, sono fuoco

 



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