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un uccello ha cantato
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
vado il mio senso complacently
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
sto morendo
sono vecchio e cieco
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
non rimanga nient'altro
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
la penso splendido giusto
corsa alto-sopportata
dicami
la gradisco

 



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