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sono il vento che esita
il padrone dei destini umani sono io
perchè facciali sempre basamento là che rabbrividisce
eliminazione, lottante vainly
ho detto
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
il merriment infinito e insensato delle stelle
scuro-eyed
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città

 



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