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faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
nei numeri mournful
dal ponticello rude
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
una foschia stava guidando gił
che probabilitą spiteful ruba i unawares
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
conosco che cosa state andando dire
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia

 



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