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| STARS Singing, clapping, dancing. Now it is changed. You�re talking to nobody, You�re reassuring yourself you�re a star, But in that glass they don�t put a cent. The come, go, eat, drink�but your songs, it�s like if they don�t exist. You loose yourself in your emotions; you try to find the words to capture them, But they�re too busy running nowhere. Who will stop and listen to you, my friend? I know that I will. At least me. It�s a cold night, in a bar of Milan. (L.B.) |
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