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quando ero si è rotto a Londra
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
portimi la canzone morbida
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
così caduto
non ci è fuga dal fiume
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
le ombre delle navi
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
travails della terra
non brucio incenso
non sia falso
fate sentirsi

 



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