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siete bei e sbiaditi
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
non si addolori che finito
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
il giorno è fatto
ma alas, sogni giusti
tristemente parlando
ho visto le stelle più fiere
li ho sentiti nella notte

 



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