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se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
così caduto
stuff della luna
sono fevered
potremmo ma sapere
sono andato su e giù le vie
nei loro regimentals ragged
la penso splendido giusto
dal mare scintillante
alti pareti ed enorme
città che non è una città
sto cantando voi
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano

 



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