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la notte č scura ed i venti di inverno
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
quando ero un ragazzo all'universitą
ottanta anni hanno passato e pił
diami la fame
lą dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
ombre alate che scopano vicino
era non per quell'odore singolare
vecchio vino da bere
guardi indietro con gli occhi longing e sappia che seguirņ

 



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