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la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
ho conosciuto il silenzio delle stelle e del mare
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
città che non è una città
all'alba, ha detto
sotto la luna della raccolta
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
scuro-eyed
dai prati ricchi con cereale
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars

 



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