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la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
sto cantando voi
conosce un rilascio poco costoso
le veritĂ  terribili questi sono
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
li ho fatti un'offerta tutto l'addio
città che non è una città
perchè così triste mio bello?
ultima mezzanotte
dai prati ricchi con cereale
il sole è in su
ci è un'ora di riposo pacifico
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto

 



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