| Tonight’s snow has given a little break, in a way.
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| I’ve spent some minutes looking down at the square.
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| Yes, the «famous"square… This heaven’s famous square.
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| Hours have gone by, today is yesterday.
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| Yesterday I was watching Sea… Sellers on the screen.
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| Today I will see Sean Seller’s own bad dreams.
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| These rooms are getting smaller,
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| while the phone keeps on ringing…
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| It’s ringing, ringing, ringing…
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| and laughing, laughing, laughing…
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| It continuously looks for somebody’s lost trails…
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| It walks along the walls and sings in hidden dawns.
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| There’s often a hazy shade in the evening ray of light
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| that stands against the door, so feverish and «stoned».
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| Perhaps I’m being wrong, as snowy nights are strange.
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| The phone laughs and laughs, and walks with funny paws,
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| it seems almost blind, white times to catch the flies.
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| So reach me whenever you want, my time is on your side…
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| Be sure I will be kind playing with you.
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| One day you’ll get the feeling to catch a glimpse of something
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| and it’ll seem to you that a hazy shade is laughing.
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| And it’ll seem to you that a hazy shade starts moving. |