Lord, make me an instrument of Thy praise
where there is hatred ago but let me sow love
hips masciddati ppi ccu is mirita
them and then ... I'm fine here, now, with the wine that I drank the ham
gnutticato
the fromage blanc and so on. etc..
and fruit juice and coca cola
and the bread that you gave us and the bakery
fired
na thing but tell me sir, why do I feel so hot?
wine alright everything is fine but
chauffage the squat where I am off for some time
is not that I have hot flashes
make me an instrument of your hot flashes
and not get locked up holes in my socks
sminchiane unhealthy
bonanottibis
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