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esprimiamo le nostre passioni più basse
non sia arrabbiato con me
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
aumentato dai morti
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
molto bene, voi liberali
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
del sole né stelle
che cosa io devono voi
ha una radura, loveliness vento-riparato
alla mezzanotte
quindi non posso
penso spesso alla città bella
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous

 



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