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fate non sentirsi
ho lanciato il mondo
nelle mattine nube-grige
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
mi sono levato in piedi
corsa alto-sopportata
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
cara moglie
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me

 



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