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The light dazzled my senses like in a Monet painting, while summer preyed on young Gesualdo. How can the sight bear it, the killing of beings that are slaughtered and torn apart, doesn’t it disgust the taste to drink its juices and blood?
The light dazzled my senses like in a Monet painting, while summer preyed on young Gesualdo.
How can the sight bear it, the killing of beings that are slaughtered and torn apart, doesn’t it disgust the taste to drink its juices and blood?
Listen to Ferro Battuto and immerse yourself in Franco Battiato’s unique blend of experimental soundscapes and poetic lyrics.
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