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non ci è fuga dal fiume
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce
come le aquile sul high alto
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
non eravamo molti
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
senza sosta
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo

 



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