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babylon -- dove vado sognare
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
buona donna
nei numeri mournful
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
il giorno è fatto
quale desidero rilevare
se fossi molto sicuro
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirò

 



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