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perchč cosě triste mio bello?
vado il mio senso complacently
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
il sole ha fatto un passo giů dal suo throne dorato
quando venite stasera
chi ama la pioggia
nel porto di nuovo York
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
semplicemente parlando

 



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