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ho vinto la corsa
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
ascolti il mare suonante
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
qui si trova una signora la più bella
non sia falso
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
siete bei e sbiaditi
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città

 



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