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non giri la vostra testa
siete il mio compagno
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
tristemente parlando
braided e tessuto
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars

 



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