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sono fevered
amo rubare per un po'via
venuto prenderlo dalla mano
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
citt che non una citt
ombre alate che scopano vicino
babylon -- dove vado sognare
le tonalit della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce
era una bellezza nei giorni

 



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