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lascilo essere triste
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
oscillato nella culla del profondo
se fossi molto sicuro
all'interno della mia mano tengo
amilo in fine, o se non
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
l'aria č come una farfalla
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
ha scoppiato il vino feroce

 



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