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quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
che cosa io devono voi
non sia arrabbiato con me
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
truely
scattando in su, cadendo
all'alba, ha detto
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
per verità, per amore
dolce e forte

 



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