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Welcome to Sant'Angelo |
| ...and
we travellers |
| of
an uncertain trip |
| it
has been not only the sea |
| the
sun that stopped us |
| but
the smile |
| that
we have |
| on
our lips, on our lips |
| magic
dreams |
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that in a few days |
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in Sant'Angelo |
| were
enough a life |
| and
it has been forever |
| paradise. |
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Cristiana
Cohen
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