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non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
morbido come la base nella terra
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
come un uomo nudo io va
il padrone dei destini umani sono io
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
sono fevered

 



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