Arriviamo
in paese in lacrime.
E li aiutiamo a trasformare
ogni lacrima in gocce di sudore.
Perchè solo quando un paese
può vivere del suo lavoro, allora
e solo allora è il momento
di andarsene.
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Is it sylphs or gnomes playing? The groves of pines have throught them, brushing, shadows and lightest, breaths of musical rhythms
musical rhythms
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