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nei loro regimentals ragged
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
siete chiari
poco parco che attraverso
l'amore č stato cantato mille sensi
sto morendo
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
le canzoni antiche
amo rubare per un po'via
ci č una cittŕ, builded da nessuna mano
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte

 



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