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tutti quei tesori che si trovano
sto morendo
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
il padrone dei destini umani sono io
ed il mio nome sincero
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
uno con voi
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
l dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
per venire cos presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurit
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
del sole n stelle

 



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