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sto cantando voi
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
se esso
non giri la vostra testa
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
fra le montagne ho vagato
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro

 



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