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li ho sentiti nella notte
non ci č moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
che cosa noi ora farŕ
dove io trovili
la mia anima č un campo arato scuro
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
li ho detestati
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
lucida l'ultima etŕ, il seguente con speranza č visto
non appenda corona
lascilo essere triste
moonlight profondo e tenero
l'alba era verde mela

 



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