I listen a strange song -that came from Hong Kong.
it had a very catchy tune
and i looked at the moon
and the moon look and me and sow:
" dont worry my friend "
every song, every dream
i take from the hearts
and put there a lock
they will stay here,
when nothing or noone can touch there,
like a precious done from your soul,
from your little world
Kharon Gillian Rossi and Marco Vasselli
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