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Canzoni
Loving and nostalgic...
Look at the clouds, how softly they rest upon my hand...
Look at our memories, how they...
We dance as we once did...
but you don’t believe in it anymore!
I’m walking on a tightrope...
We’re condemned to laugh...
Then I’ll go away...
and that’s all for today!
The mother, beautiful at heart, loves to tell him tales of princes and princesses.
When the story ends, she leans over and whispers, “Now go to sleep, my love.”
But he shakes his head and murmurs that he cannot —
because the moon at the window is far too big.
She rang his doorbell…
Tom pretended not to hear and kept drinking.
The taxi pulled away,
and she left a message on the pavement with her lipstick.
I do not hear,I do not see,I do not speak...
I am dust,or maybe already mud or simply...
a dragonfly.
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