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December: Canzone dei dodici mese by Francesco Guccini : Translation

December, I slouch in stupor to your gates. Throughout your days my mind sows sad seeds of death, sad seeds of death Men and all things cast on the ground thin shadows, listless But in your days, foretold by phophets, … Continue reading

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