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ombre alate che scopano vicino
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
il piů triste dell'anno
non eravamo molti
era molte e molto un anno fa
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
semplicemente parlando

 



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