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penso spesso alla città bella
nei numeri mournful
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
travails della terra
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
vi ricordate di
senza sosta
quindi non posso

 



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