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le canzoni antiche
uno con voi
aumentato dai morti
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
ombre alate che scopano vicino
non posso ora dirvi
alla mezzanotte
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
ciò è l'arsenale
non giri la vostra testa

 



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