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come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me
sotto la luna della raccolta
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
vivo dalla riva del fiume
nelle mattine nube-grige
la musica i si č sentita con voi era piů della musica
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio

 



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