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But how many holes in this city, how many holes I get
From here to the afterlife
I fell in love with the holes of Alberobello
Sincere architecture in the province of Como
Every year of holes we see a mess
They've made an entire tome out of the beautiful Piedmont
So put on your jacket because Italy is all a hole
If you want to go to Italy, you'll dig yourself into a hole
If you fall in love with Alberobello I don't know
The rubik holes are really beautiful
A puzzle that will pierce your head
This is my Italy, my fantastic Italy
A land made of holes, and of the Colosseum...
Made of holes, and of the Colosseum
But how many holes!

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