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le canzoni antiche
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
sole e vento e battimento del mare
era molte e molto un anno fa
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
ho lanciato il mondo
moonlight profondo e tenero
nei loro regimentals ragged
veda lo sperimentale
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello

 



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