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prenda i miei bracelets
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
un miglio dietro
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
movimento del vostro corpo č come musica
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
i giorni hypocritic
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
facce belle e tragical
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirň

 



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