| Poets, Serenaders, Lovers, Correi
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| It's time to write and sing
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| Maybe the last moonlit nights!
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| historic moment
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| Simple result of the development of living science
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| Affirmation of the normal man
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| Gradual over the natural universe
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| I don't know what else!
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| Oh yes! |
| the mystics too
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| Prophesying in everything the end of the world
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| And in all the beginning of the days beyond
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| In each consciousness, in all ends
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| From the new war, the bugles are heard!
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| La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-laa
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| War different from traditional
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| War of astronauts in outer space
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| And all this amidst the discussions
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| Many guesses, thousand opinions
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| One fact only already exists that no one can deny
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| 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, now!
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| And there wen man conquered the worlds, there went
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| There he went looking for the hope that has already gone here!
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| In the papers, headlines, sensation
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| Reports, photos, conclusion:
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| The moon was reached after all, very well
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| I confess I'm happy too!
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| To me, all that's left is only sadness
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| Maybe there's no more moonlight to lighten my song!
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| What will become of the verse without moonlight?
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| What will become of the sea, the flower, the guitar?
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| I've been thinking so much, but I don't even know!
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| Poets, Serenaders, Lovers, Correi
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| It's time to write and sing
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| Maybe the last moonlit nights! |