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travails della terra
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
ci è un paese in pieno di vino
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
noi che si sono levati in piedi
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
dal pavimento al soffitto
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
sotto il timone del guerriero
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
quando venite stasera
in pieno delle rotture
diami la fame
e come potreste sogno della riunione

 



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