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sto morendo
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra
la signora, il vostro cuore si č girata verso polvere
nei loro regimentals ragged
sotto la mia finestra in una via della cittŕ
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
dai nostri posti nascosti
č aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
eliminazione, lottante vainly

 



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