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quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
glooms delle viv-quercie
se fossi molto sicuro
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
ed il mio nome è sincero
pensieri tramite la mia testa

 



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