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la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
nei numeri mournful
siete chiari
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
quando il vento funziona contro di noi nell'oscuritĂ 
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane

 



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