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la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
sono il vento che esita
come un uomo nudo io va
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
prima del san bronze solenne
una storia molto notevole questo č
e con l'uccello di ronzio
per allora senza
era un oysterman giovane alto
il fratello, sono fuoco
non rimanga nient'altro
sotto il timone del guerriero

 



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