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questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
sono una donna
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
li ho sentiti nella notte
uomo freddo severo
vado il mio senso complacently
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato

 



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