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ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
sotto la luna della raccolta
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
l'amore è stato cantato mille sensi
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
in un vecchio alloggiamento si è illuminato morbidamente
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte

 



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