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May 2014
Its dark im trapped
im stuck im fadeing
im bleeding im stuck
I need someone to pick me up
I see a man he's in a robe
he has a scythe and has no soul
its death he said hes has saved the day
I cannot find the light of day

JNL
Albero Centrale
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Albero Centrale
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     Mary and Zalea
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