Lo spacciatore di penne: We’re born with nothing and we die alone.
We’re born with nothing and we die alone. Regret is all we have, Death is all we know. Rincresce pensare a come io fossi rincorro ricordi un cane e degli ossi Ricresce quest’erba scompare occhi rossi Rinasco qui adesso e in cento altri posti http://lospacciatoredipenne.blogspot.it/2014/01/were-born-with-nothing-and-we-die-alone.html
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