| A boy with the earth on his hands
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| For this child of the lowly
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| Fate had made other plans
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| He was only a man of the people
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| With barely his clothes to his name
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| But when he sang — there was magic
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| Touched by love’s sacred flame
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| La fiamma sacra
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| Chorus
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| Holy fire in his soul
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| Born to conquer the dark
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| A man who came — to carry the flame
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| Awakening — la fiamma sacra
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| He sang to the soul of a nation
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| A voice for the meek and the strong
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| A world of fabulous stories
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| Came to life in his song
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| With a gift for the whole of creation
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| He gave not for fortune or fame
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| A simple man — blessed with magic
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| Touched by love’s sacred flame
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| La fiamma sacra
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| Chorus
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| Holy fire in his soul
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| Born to conquer the dark
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| A man who came — to carry the flame
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| With a voice that can speak — to the heart
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| Holy fire in his soul
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| Born to conquer the dark
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| A man who came — to carry the flame
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| Awakening — la fiamma sacra |