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ho detto
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
le canzoni antiche
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
l'aria è come una farfalla
perchè facciali sempre basamento là che rabbrividisce
composto del loveliness da solo
il fratello, sono fuoco

 



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