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ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
nobility della morte ancora
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
non dal mondo largo di tutto
il sole ha fatto un passo giĂą dal suo throne dorato
alla mezzanotte
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
sto cantando voi
perchè
mi chiedono dove sono stato
un uccello ha cantato
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè

 



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