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non eravamo molti
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
figlie di tempo
fate sentirsi
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
le ombre pongono lungo broadway
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
debole-č traversata la canzone
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
nelle mattine nube-grige
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
quando il velare dagli occhi č alzato

 



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