An wave passes, the woman dives
The wave rushes, the woman has drowned.
The wave breaks the long day.
The wave tears away that shadow that was there.
It was the shadow of Emilia Villesi
boundless in horror in the Po,
bicycle and shoes on the ground,
flowers of the months firmly grasped in hand.
Un Mazzo Di Fiori
The wave rushes, the woman has drowned.
The wave breaks the long day.
The wave tears away that shadow that was there.
It was the shadow of Emilia Villesi
boundless in horror in the Po,
bicycle and shoes on the ground,
flowers of the months firmly grasped in hand.
Un Mazzo Di Fiori
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