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penso spesso alla città bella
all'interno della mia mano tengo
uno per uno, come va da un albero
sole e vento e battimento del mare
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
perchè così triste mio bello?
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso

 



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