Opera
Act one
I once sang to god
To this tormentors will
I cried to all the nights
As if they were the last
Act two
I lay the wreath
And felt the wood
I craved the life
Without my hands
And never didn’t did
La donna รจ mobile
Qual piuma al vento,
Muta d'accento — e di pensiero.
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