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ed il mio nome è sincero
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
non prego per pace
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
come un uomo nudo io va
in un vecchio alloggiamento si è illuminato morbidamente
la penso splendido giusto
notte mysterious
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
ho lanciato il mondo
truely

 



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