ANDREA BOCELLI a mano a mano

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Little by little you realize that the wind
Blows on your face and steals a smile
The beautiful season that is about to end
Blows on your heart and steals your love
/>Little by little it melts into tears
That sweet memory faded by time
When you lived with me in a room
There was no money but a lot of hope
And little by little you lose me and I lose you
And what happened seems more absurd to us
Than when the night was always more real
And not like now on Saturday evenings
But give me your hand and come back closer
A flower can be born in our garden
That not even winter can ever freeze
A flower can grow from this love of mine for you
And by hand by hand you will see that over time
There above your face the same smile
That the cruel wind had stolen from us
That returns faithfully
Love has returned to you
br/>That the cruel wind had stolen from us
Love has returned to you

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