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mi sono levato in piedi
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
semplicemente parlando
dal pavimento al soffitto
questi sono
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
prenda i miei bracelets
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
sono il vento che esita

 



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