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Maybe you wrap yourself up
because it's cold...
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Maybe you think of me sometimes.
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When autumn comes,
Giuliana, I feel lonely.
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Then I think of little Francesco.
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I'd love to know how he is,
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what games he likes to play,
what he likes to eat...
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what are his thoughts.
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I'm sure that
he's as intelligent and private as you.
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Your son, my only nephew...
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Do you ever speak of me to him?
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I'd like to see him
become like his father,
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strong, brave and aware,
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with that pure look
to recognise desires
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and strong arms
to make them come true.
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I hope that he grows up free,
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and happy.
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Because one can be
happy in this life, Giuliana.
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One must.
1:40:19
This house smells
of old rubbish, my dear.
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Its stink becomes unbearable
when I look at all these trinkets.
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But I'm a hopeless masochist
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and cannot let them go.
Milk and sugar?
1:40:39
Only milk, thank you.
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"There, in ruined halls,
the lonely crane
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lies in its mourning..."
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Is there anything that
this old crane can do for you?