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ottanta anni hanno passato e più
piantiamo
penso spesso alla città bella
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
parla non bene
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
potremmo ma sapere
diami la fame
ed il mio nome è sincero

 



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