At San Biagio, in the most intense room No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,Empty streets I come upon by chance, For any part of them we can make outSnaps of ice cracking in the hidden air
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At San Biagio, in the most intense room No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,Empty streets I come upon by chance, For any part of them we can make outSnaps of ice cracking in the hidden air
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