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glooms delle viv-quercie
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si è sviluppata
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
con gli occhi meek e marroni
un uccello ha cantato
mi sono levato in piedi
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
prima del san bronze solenne
siete chiari
quando vado di nuovo a terra
con il tramonto

 



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