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faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
ultima mezzanotte
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
chi è il corridore nei cieli
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
non appenda corona
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere

 



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