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all'alba, ha detto
prima del san bronze solenne
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
non giri la vostra testa
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
molto bene, voi liberali

 



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