Adolescenti Incestuose Free

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Paris (oh dear)
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To search for the stars in your hand closed
,
many times in the dark
but I have close-up of
found perhaps a thousand, maybe more
words, so I sang


cried that night that this is not true,
no longer love, and

May sun begins to burn
not wait for your footsteps, do not look

of the stairs when I left
without return, return

now and now that I know I speak
lose.
long as you leave me, where I expect to


are a lot of my games to pass the night, every night

but after I open and close the door and out
is already dawn, were not there

and there is no
you were the only one.
and walk only for your eyes, I saw them
neighbors
but it was a game of mirrors
perhaps it was in a dream, or maybe it was true


and dreamed that I was not there.

Paris is far away but now we know
I see it and get a moment I can touch the
.
Paris is near,
is a star in the evening where

escape the memories of a dark night
and leave. Paris is far

is a light above the sea
is the friend you left
, who knows you wait.

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By Roberto Vecchioni

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