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non sia arrabbiato con me
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
fra le montagne ho vagato
se esso
prenda i miei bracelets
tengo il vostro cuore
deve andare indietro, ha detto
che cosa noi ora farŕ
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo

 



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