da Vorrei Potertene Parlare di Alberto
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toro avvolto nello straccio rosso come la sera beve la
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bull wrapped in the red rag as the evening drinks up the night as the mountain clings on to the stars as the sun frays the skyline bare here before you, are you aware I'm the bull wrapped in the red rag I will crash on my knees death will plunge on me glancing at you in my last flush of desire then breath will choke |