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penso spesso alla città bella
riempio questa tazza
uccelli contro il vento di aprile
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
non eravamo molti
impaurito nient'altro, dico
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
non si addolori che finito

 



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