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ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
mescolisi
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
fate sentirsi
truely
vivo dalla riva del fiume
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
il sole ha fatto un passo giů dal suo throne dorato

 



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