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truely
la notte č scura ed i venti di inverno
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
dite che lo amate
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
nobility della morte ancora
non eravamo molti
penso spesso alla cittŕ bella
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst

 



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