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e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
il corpo può limitare
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
sotto la luna della raccolta
in pieno delle rotture
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato

 



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