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poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
non brucio incenso
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
cara moglie
e con l'uccello di ronzio
nel vostro volo
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
abbiamo nessuno shame?

 



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