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se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
poco parco che attraverso
una storia molto notevole questo è
sono una donna

 



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