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le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
prima del san bronze solenne
morbidamente piangendo
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
amo rubare per un po'via
nelle mattine nube-grige
a che cosa una donna la paragonerà cara
disprezzo i miei amici più di voi
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
perchè così triste mio bello?
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto

 



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