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ed il mio nome è sincero
ombre alate che scopano vicino
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
sotto il timone del guerriero
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
semplicemente parlando
facce belle e tragical
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscurità
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
gli archi del ponticello rosso
questi sono
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa

 



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