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il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
semplicemente parlando
perchè facciali sempre basamento là che rabbrividisce
all'alba, ha detto
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
desolato e solo
una vita sull'onda dell'oceano
ho lanciato il mondo
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
nobility della morte ancora
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere

 



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