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se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
in tutte le cose non parlate di
fate sentirsi
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
calma come che seconda estate
la fragranza è venuto
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro

 



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