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la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
e come potreste sogno della riunione
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
a volte mi domando se č realmente allineare
ha scoppiato il vino feroce

 



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