falls down everything that goes
is sometimes a trick but not worth
and hangs up for a while but then comes back down
...
The slight weight of a feather falls
if there is a breath of air if the resumed
folly of wind can go on but then back down
...
So for me
but I do not care
that I am the nail
and the wire hanging Wall
so be stretched to catch your eye I
fresh weight, my sweet love
...
falls down everything that goes
if it remained at the top would be the same
this world hung
that so I lay down by your feet
...
month we go down on me I draw
weight sweet, sweet love my
...
Fantastic song .... Angelo Branduardi
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