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ad alcuno i dii grassi
dal ponticello rude
cara moglie
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
nei loro regimentals ragged
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
chi chiamerŕ il vento
parla non bene

 



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