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il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
ascolti
sotto la mia finestra in una via della cittŕ
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
penso spesso alla cittŕ bella
la festivitŕ reale č stata fatta
ho fatto una volta soltanto un voto, uno
forse č materia che avete morto
quale desidero rilevare
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
composto del loveliness da solo
ad alcuno i dii grassi

 



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