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mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
sono il vento che esita
ascolti il mare suonante
esprimiamo le nostre passioni piů basse
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
poco parco che attraverso
ciň č la nave della perla
sotto il timone del guerriero
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato

 



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