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l'odore del č aumentato cosě falso, le spine cosě allineare
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
noi che si sono levati in piedi
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
fate non sentirsi
ci č uno che quella i amava una volta cosě tanto
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
chi chiamerŕ il vento
basamento qui dal mio lato

 



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