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| Un cartello giallo con una scritta nera - C. Flore- |
One at a time, they crossed.
They smiled, you smiled back,
they didn't, left you to cope with it.
Papageno came in, every day,
walking as a winner, though he knows he's not.
One day Beauty came in,
in his voice scent of the seas,
stands up when he shakes lady's hands.
Some swore under oath,
through floors of beliefs, they'll never let you go.
So you packed your stares, shook the walls of belief,
following those lost smiles.
You're going and you're gone for good.
In the world that passed through that door.
