Man seen from the moon, moon
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Wordsworth, Wo-
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Soul among immense seas
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What you call it, how much and how much you declare
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From-from above the star remains a plate between astral spaces
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Wordsworth, Wordsworth
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Man seen from the moon, moon
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Wordsworth, Wo-
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Soul among seas never
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That however much you praise, how much and how much you enchant yourself
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From-from the top of the star, man is a madman between two giants
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A summer night, in the silence of the narrow stillness
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Notes trained to be silent at the right time
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North of the streets, where the sky gives meaning to everything
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I notice the statues that now immerse the twilight
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A prelude blade of light, the air that escapes all doubts
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It changes in the presence of everything, bed of the blue, full moon
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Moon architect of the dark, roof of the sky, Vitruvius
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Moon that nails the clouds and swallows the dark blue of July
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Wordsworth
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Look at the light that shines between the peaks
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No words worth
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The glimmer that makes you smaller
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He did not forget
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That light between the silent spaces
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That already Foscolo
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He caught up with the Illuminists
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And she is the oldest queen, guiding within the firmament
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To feel it close, you need to have a little bit of it inside
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Erected in the moonlight, under a wind that dyes it in wedges
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A sea of mist, as in Friedrich's painting
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Then take a look and bid farewell to his myth
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It was a failed oblivion, a ritual united with the finished self
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To kidnap and descend into the sea like a Phoenician god
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To bathe the wounds of salt like a wounded god
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Wo, wo
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It is the man seen from the moon
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You are just a small body on the ground, an unknown and remote microbe
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As much as you ascend his peaks of him, you descend to the eclipse
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Here you remain for life debased in infinity by Schelling and Fichte
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Wordsworth, Wordsworth
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Man seen from the moon, moon
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Wordsworth, Wo-
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Soul among immense seas
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What you call it, how much and how much you declare
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From-from above the star remains a plate between astral spaces
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Wordsworth, Wordsworth
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Man seen from the moon, moon
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Wordsworth, Wo-
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Soul among immense seas
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That however much you praise, how much and how much you enchant yourself
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From-from the top of the star, man is a madman between two giants
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You almost look like God's eye behind the cloud bank
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Follow the steps, which the cliffs are screaming out of oblivion
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You, moon who guided the dead from the palm of Anubis
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Also put the timid upside down like a pack of wolves (auu)
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You are the mother of all these infants
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Brilliant because you never reflect because you get inflamed
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You make no difference between your proteges, in fact
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With your light you guide the poets and brigands
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Shhh, shut up the wild world
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I am not educated or wise
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But I got the message tonight
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From up there, my film is rather short
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I know you don't distinguish, my body is a beech trunk
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Drunk with you like Pierrot, rimmel's livid tears
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Like a boar, the more I stand, the more your iris laughs at me
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Vague, executioner among insects and hungry beasts
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I'm chasing you, what do you want me to do?
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I always have you in mind, Artemis
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I take my seat, riding a Hippogriff
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Towards the cosmos, my sense is dormant there
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Inside the woods, vague as if frightened
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Craving your consent as in an ancient rite
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Your clear outline embroidery in lake thread
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Every human conflict a breath on the thread of wheat
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I curse you and love you, moody Henry VIII
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Then I capture you as Chopin, with my fingers a plan
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Wordsworth, Wordsworth
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Man seen from the moon, moon
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Wordsworth, Wo-
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Soul among immense seas
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What you call it, how much and how much you declare
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From-from above the star remains a plate between astral spaces
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Wordsworth, Wordsworth
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Man seen from the moon, moon
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Wordsworth, Wo-
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Soul among immense seas
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That however much you praise, how much and how much you enchant yourself
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From-from the top of the star, man is a madman between two giants
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Hey, hey, and her look at him is magic
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Hey, hey, it's calm, it's flat, it's madness
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Wherever you go, go, you man bye bye
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You will look at yourself, you will be at his mercy
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Hey, hey, and her look at him is magic
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Hey, hey, it's calm, it's flat, it's madness
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Wherever you go, go, you man bye bye
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You will look at yourself, you will be at his mercy |