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lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
molto bene, voi liberali
non sia falso
indietro, giri indietro
mistero piĂą scuro e piĂą sconosciuto
sotto la luna della raccolta
nei loro regimentals ragged
ho detto
era non per quell'odore singolare
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
non si addolori che finito

 



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