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I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon
Aprile 2010
Quaranta primavere
Magari poi ci scrivo un libro. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking Racing around to come up…