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sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
babylon -- dove vado sognare
facce belle e tragical
pensieri tramite la mia testa
morbidamente piangendo
una foschia stava guidando giů
perchč cosě triste mio bello?
noi che si sono levati in piedi
i giorni hypocritic

 



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