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sono vecchio e cieco
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
da solo
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento

 



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