| Here in front of what there is
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| There are not rows of really green grass
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| Up there, on the hill, what’s going on?
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| It’s her white and ancient house
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| Where is earth without life
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| Grey hair tell and explain
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| Because branches embracing us they howl
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| Forms of life
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| Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man
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| I know you are alive
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| Who, alive, here, inside
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| Tired man, creatures of the night
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| 'cause crumbled walls are telling us
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| Dry land will be, its corner where it works
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| I want to reach a loft where there is something
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| White man, it rains within
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| Water, here comes the winter
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| Because branches embracing us they howl
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| Forms of life
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| Draw the sky, I feel you, cursed man
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| I know you are alive |