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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
lascilo essere triste
la luce ritirata
ci č una cittŕ, builded da nessuna mano
morbidamente piangendo
qui si trova una signora la piů bella
questi sono
travails della terra
prima del san bronze solenne

 



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