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tengo il vostro cuore
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
se fossi molto sicuro
passato inesorabile di thou
sia in me come gli atteggiamenti eternal
non ci è fuga dal fiume
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
nei loro regimentals ragged
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala

 



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