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l'alba era verde mela
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
nei loro regimentals ragged
l'amore è stato cantato mille sensi
e come potreste sogno della riunione
ho visto la prima pera
ascolti il mare suonante
sotto il timone del guerriero
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
la festività reale è stata fatta

 



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