| Evening was falling in Bettola and
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| Lilli was ready to go to sleep
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| Birocciai and evacuees for the curfew
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| They returned to seek shelter
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| It was 1944 in the Reggio mountains
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| The night of San Giovanni
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| The patrol discovered three partisans
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| Come to destroy the bridge
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| The partisans killed a German but another raised the alarm
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| The SS command has decided to make an exemplary retaliation
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| At night the soldiers armed with machine guns went from house to house
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| They had orders to kill everyone, men, women and children
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| They woke them up, gathered them in the kitchen, then fired a volley
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| Lilli fell between her grandfather and grandmother covered in her and their blood
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| The soldiers had brought gasoline and set the houses on fire
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| But Lilli was alive, she managed to get to the window and let herself fall
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| But the house was burning and she would fall
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| On Lilli as a coup de grace
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| It is very difficult to escape far
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| At eleven with a wounded throat
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| And she could hear the screams mixed with the shots
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| And the beasts neigh madly
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| And the metallic voices of the officers
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| And she felt the warmth of the fire
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| They only found it in the morning
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| Wound burned but alive
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| The postman put her on the bicycle
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| And carried by relatives on the plains
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| Then Lilli recovered and the war was over
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| And the Germans left
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| But she has been dreaming of shooting for many years
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| And her voice did not come out
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| Now Lilli lives a peaceful life and is the grandmother of many grandchildren
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| But she sometimes she wakes up with her eyes open in the dark
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| And she sees the Bettola in flames again |