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sotto la luna della raccolta
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
per coprire il pensiero ardente
ma alas, sogni giusti
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
veda lo sperimentale
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
là dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
uno con voi
ciò è la nave della perla
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
il più triste dell'anno
che cosa noi ora farà

 



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