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ci è un paese in pieno di vino
moonlight profondo e tenero
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscurità
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
nella terra silenziosa
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
poco parco che attraverso
braided e tessuto
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
faccialo rotare giù dal prato

 



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