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❝ “And I don’t know if I’ll have friends to chorus with me or if I’ll only have unfamiliar faces I’ll sing my songs to all of them and at the end of the road I can say that I lived my days.”
❝ “gli amici sai gli amici tante volte mi dicono che sono un piantagrane, che parlo senza un poco di rispetto, che amo più gli oppressi o le puttane”
❝ "The sound of your footsteps is music from the sky, all of a sudden I realize how heavy the waiting is, then I hold you in my arms and look at the world in your eyes and the silent rain that kisses your hair"
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