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passato inesorabile di thou
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
come le aquile sul high alto
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
nei numeri mournful
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
non si addolori che finito

 



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