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sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
nei loro regimentals ragged
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
e pane del breaketh non di più
la fragranza è venuto
veda, rinviano
non si addolori che finito
truely
lungo una riva del fiume
chi chiamerà il vento

 



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