.Il carretto passava e quell'uomo gridava gelati
Al ventuno del mese i nostri soldi erano già finiti
Io pensavo a mia madre e rivedevo i suoi vestiti
Il piu' bello era nero coi fiori non ancora appassiti
All'uscita di scuola i ragazzi vendevano i libri
Io restavo a guar.
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