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The poetry of the buggy
One evening I was in the square all’appaltino rimiravo that the sky is serene and beautiful;
he heard a noise that seemed fate,
was the gig of Rinaldi In them stood in the Piazza San Rocchino;
all the people ran to the castle to gaze with great interest,
living the way the first gig!
Author: Vincenti Carlo