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sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
come le aquile sul high alto
potremmo ma sapere
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
esistere dello swan
cammino giù i percorsi del giardino
ho guardato sul cielo glorious

 



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