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parole da studiare

It was seven in the morning when the spark

began to give. the bath was spilling over, my

self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country

to start it all again and found myself in paris in

the cemetery rain.

dear anne came to me and took me by the arm

showed me old disasters embedded in the palm

warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head.

with a a granite neck, a singer who can never sing

again. but you, my love:

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Patrick Wolf – Paris testo e traduzione (al clic) in italiano