...
but it took talent to be able to grow old without growing up
.
My love, my sweet love my wonderful,
clear from dawn till the day dies
know I still love you, love you.
Time passes and discourage us, on our way
torments,
but tell me, is no worse
that threatens love with monotony?
...
( Franco Battiato reinterpreting a song by Jacques Brel )
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