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Rosa Idiota
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Rosa Idiota
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Tonight I'll become a bird
Flying aimlessly
The wine soaked wings
And in my beak a smile. It’s cold
But my feathers are hot
As my bland heart
In this night of fullness Of freedom
And I couldn’t be more grateful of being myself
Flying aimlessly
The wine soaked wings
And in my beak a smile. It’s cold
But my feathers are hot
As my bland heart
In this night of fullness Of freedom
And I couldn’t be more grateful of being myself
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