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quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
il più triste dell'anno
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
mai in tutta la mia vita
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
è andato
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
eliminazione, lottante vainly
li ho detestati
sole e vento e battimento del mare
se fossi molto sicuro
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma

 



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