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tempesta
travails della terra
era non per quell'odore singolare
ottanta anni hanno passato e piů
era una bellezza nei giorni
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
ci č un paese in pieno di vino
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
quindi non posso

 



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