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passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
quegli occhi neri i una volta cosě elogiato
ed il mio nome č sincero
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
molto bene, voi liberali
cosě perso
siete il mio compagno
le ombre delle navi
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
sentite la pioggia?

 



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