This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.
True stories. Absolutely trueives.

Targo
And the stars shine
The earth yearns
The earth creaked and creaked at the outskirts of the garden
And one step and the arena blossomed
And the fragrance entered
And I fell into the arms
Oh sweet, but I have languid caresses
While I tremble
The beautiful shapes of the leaves
And the beautiful eyes
My dream of love will vanish forever
The hour is gone
I die desperate
I die desperate
And I don't love life so much
So much
So much
The hour is gone
I die desperate
Disperato, muoio disperato
E non ho amato mai tanto la vita
Tanto la vita
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