Ventunesimo. Notte. Luned. Siluetta del capitol nella nerezza. Qualche good-for-nothing -- chi sa perch -- ha composto il racconto che l'amore esiste su terra.
La gente lo crede, forse dal laziness o dalla noia e vive di conseguenza: aspetta ardentemente le riunioni, divisione di timore e quando cantano, cantano circa amore.
Ma il segreto si rivela ad alcuno e su loro il silenzio si deposita gi Ho scoperto questo dall'incidente ed ora sembra che sono ammalato tutto il tempo.
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