Where I come from all the people have a history
They all carry a story that is worthy to tell
The green heart of the city blowed by the hot air of summer
Where I come from the squares are the place of the city jewels
It's hard for someone to live this place
It's is hard for someone to go away
Where I come from your past follows you, your present stays and you future waits away.
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