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There once was a man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chin-again
They grew out and then grew in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan-again again
He had whiskers on his chin-again
They grew out and then grew in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan-again again
Piccolo gioellino per questi tre giovani ballerini,
filastrocche tristi per addormentarsi-morire,
prendersi gioco del corpo, della morte ...
giocare con le filastrocche, coi suoni, con le parole ...
davvero bello!
to begin!
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