Creato da aexentia il 24/08/2007
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modern fields (c) 11-11-11 aexentiaOh my love I come back to you every night and day I come back from the fields. These and modern fields Made of towers and computers with touch screen. See the people around fooling in a walk speaking alone 'cause there's no work And today the bad boss has gone and the fields are filled with shadowed memories of a old new italy, but there's no poetry at the end of twenty eleven street. But i keep a light of you. Our tomorrow is more black than black But I always keep the light of you When I come back to my fields without you. |
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