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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
molto bene, voi liberali
il dolce con il fern ed è aumentato
così caduto
ascolti
le preghiere bianche piccole
prima del san bronze solenne
oscillato nella culla del profondo
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
vedrò stasera una stella

 



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