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la sua faccia č giusta e liscia e fine
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
siete bei e sbiaditi
ci č un paese in pieno di vino
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
non dal mondo largo di tutto
e con l'uccello di ronzio
che cosa io devono voi
prenda i miei bracelets
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
e pane del breaketh non di piů
quando libertŕ dalla sua altezza della montagna
perchč facciali sempre basamento lŕ che rabbrividisce

 



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