| For the sadly almost happy
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| For those who dream among those who wait
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| For mothers who fight for their children
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| For the future, for the never seen
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| For what we will be, what awaits us
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| Between the grass, between the green explodes
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| Without prior call, almost by surprise
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| Always ashen, the morning light
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| It arrives, it arrives, it arrives, it arrives, it arrives, it arrives, it arrives, it arrives…
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| Through the shutters, through the locks
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| Under the doors, between the slots
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| Over the mountains to the bottom of the sea
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| Your eyes shine, reflected solar
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| Between the bars, the clouds, the fountains, the crystals
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| The clothes that dry, the leaves of the trees
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| The flags that do not stop fighting
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| The faces of the children sing
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| Through the bottles the footsteps of the night before
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| The fences, the borders, the fisherman's net
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| Crossing the galaxy at high speed
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| Precise and clear they call it solar
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| Up to the closets, between the shirts
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| To the corners and the corners
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| Through the dust and the calls
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| With the same delivery, fly, advance on the snow
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| Deserts, cities and forests
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| Between the stars like a flame
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| From the east it reaches this bed
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| With the same strength, the morning light
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| From the east it reaches this bed
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| From the east it reaches this bed
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| From the east… |