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sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
passato inesorabile di thou
la notte era nera e drear
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
uno sguardo è ma un raggio
pensieri tramite la mia testa
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
sotto il timone del guerriero
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
moonlight profondo e tenero
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto

 



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