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ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
fiori dei bambini
lascilo essere triste
all'interno della mia mano tengo
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo
noi che si sono levati in piedi
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
rinnovi la visione di piacere
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala

 



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