lit windows, and shadows them all together to talk
In the gloomy streets of a neighborhood
new mall
Trees on time, day after day,
fail.
It 's the same old story every year. A sprinkling of snow comes down, turn on the Christmas lights in the center of the taste of sadness bum who sleeps under the harbor because of Pratello and adding other boxes in his corner in the hope of isolating some 'from the cold of the Virgin Mary .
Homes in suitcases and bags in the hallways. Ah
then clear that there is also the market street Altabella. It 'really the greatest of sadness. Also because that steals its way to the homeless people who usually are caught there, eh. No, I disagree. He dreamed of celebrating
Homes in suitcases and bags in the hallways. Ah
then clear that there is also the market street Altabella. It 'really the greatest of sadness. Also because that steals its way to the homeless people who usually are caught there, eh. No, I disagree. He dreamed of celebrating
Le nozze di Natale
There
the storm And in case
artificial light becomes
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