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dialo
era non per quell'odore singolare
basamento qui dal mio lato
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
facce belle e tragical
noi che si sono levati in piedi
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
riempio questa tazza
le verità terribili questi sono
la notte era nera e drear
deve andare indietro, ha detto
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente

 



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