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mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
come un uomo nudo io va
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
non si addolori che finito
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
al lover appassionato
tempesta
sotto la mia finestra in una via della cittĂ 
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
cara moglie
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirò

 



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