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Legata.
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Costruito.I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.Comment
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Erroneo.Comment
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Sanguigno.Comment
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Rigogliosa.Comment
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Imprevedibile.Comment
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Leziosa.Comment
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in viaggio verso casa.Comment
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Profetica.Comment
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Calmo.Comment
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Sanguinaria.Comment
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Solito.ουδὲ τεθνάσι θανόντεςComment
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Inconsueta.Comment
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Frettoloso.Comment
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Testarda.ουδὲ τεθνάσι θανόντεςComment
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