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short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
morbidamente piangendo
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
devo dire buona notte
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
potremmo ma sapere
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me

 



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