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mi sono levato in piedi
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
la gradisco
esistere dello swan
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
debole-è traversata la canzone
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
i giorni hypocritic
malinconia, azzurro era
non sia arrabbiato con me
non brucio incenso
desolato e solo
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi

 



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