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From these broken arms you know, you know, us.Counting all your tears we know, this time. And we cross this barren moor as far as the edge.We fell asleep
closets and make the beds and hide every peace of proofand then divour the elderly.Man we?ll desert you at the hight of your glory.These arms we were
distrutti ci vedremo ancora per accendere un cero sotto il nuovo monumentoTrattino sepolcro e per oggi la propria ombra resta comunque la piu fedele immagine di se.And then we met impero
