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conosco non dove
facce belle e tragical
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
ascolti il mare suonante
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
babylon -- dove vado sognare

 



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