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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
su e giù va
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
nei loro regimentals ragged
dicami più di meno o dicami di più
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
ombre alate che scopano vicino
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
le ombre pongono lungo broadway

 



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