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behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla pi in anticipo
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
ci l'arsenale
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
era molte e molto un anno fa
ci situiamo
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
mi chiedono dove sono stato
come un uomo nudo io va
passato inesorabile di thou
all'interno della mia mano tengo
che probabilit spiteful ruba i unawares

 



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