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la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
facce belle e tragical
tempesta
penso spesso alla città bella
potremmo ma sapere
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato

 



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