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mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
vado il mio senso complacently
non prego per pace
da me indegno e sconosciuto
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
una penna di acciaio
alti pareti ed enorme
la fragranza è venuto
sono fevered
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
rose ed oro
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
splendido e terribile il vostro amore

 



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