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i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
truely
non rimanga nient'altro

 



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