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non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
al lover appassionato
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
ultima mezzanotte
le tonalitŕ della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
la neve bisbiglia circa me
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
chi chiamerŕ il vento

 



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