| And they will tell you words as red as blood,
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| black as the night;
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| but that's not true, boy,
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| that reason is always with the strongest
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| I know poets
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| that move rivers with thought,
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| and infinite sailors
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| who know how to speak to the sky.
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| Close your eyes boy
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| and believe only what you see inside
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| clench your fists, boy,
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| do not let him win even a moment
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| cover the love, boy,
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| but don't hide it under your cloak
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| sometimes someone passes by,
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| sometimes there is someone who has to see it.
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| Dream, boy dream
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| when the wind rises
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| in the ways of the heart,
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| when a man lives
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| for his words
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| or he no longer lives;
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| dream, boy dream,
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| don't leave it alone against this world
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| don't let it go dream all the way
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| do it yourself.
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| Dream, boy dream
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| when the wind falls but it's not over
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| when a man dies for the same life
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| that you dreamed of
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| Dream, boy dream
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| don't change a line of your song,
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| do not leave a train stopped at the station,
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| don't stop you ...
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| Let them tell the world that
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| those like you will always lose
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| because you've already won, I swear,
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| and they can't do anything to you anymore
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| passes his hand every now and then
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| on a woman's face, run your fingers
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| no kingdom is greater
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| of this little thing that is life
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| And life is so strong
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| crossing the walls to be seen
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| life is so real
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| that it seems impossible to have to leave it
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| life is so big
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| that when you are about to die,
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| you will plant an olive tree,
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| still convinced to see it flourish
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| Dream, boy dream,
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| when she turns around,
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| when she doesn't come back,
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| when the only step
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| that stopped the heart
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| you don't feel it anymore
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| dream, boy, dream,
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| the days will pass,
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| love will pass,
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| the nights will pass,
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| the pain will end,
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| it will always be you ...
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| Dream, boy dream,
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| little guy
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| in my memory,
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| many times many
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| inside this story:
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| I don't count on you anymore;
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| dream, boy, dream,
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| I left you a sheet
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| on the desk,
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| only one verse is missing
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| to that poem,
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| you can finish it. |