| Last night some little eyes showed me a way
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| As soon as we set off
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| I realized that I would have finally made myself acquainted
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| With their secrets buried in time
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| When night falls, new funny shapes are jumping out
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| Many little eyes like faint tongues of flame are getting closer
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| And in the magic of the night, voices whisper new words
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| By now, their language seems to be lost in time
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| But I still have a hazy memory of their own voice sound
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| Once I shyly tried to catch their faces
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| Through the moon’s melancholy beams;
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| Those little creatures
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| Whom have lost everything throughout time
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| Last night they showed me a way which
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| I never noticed before
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| It’s a path hidden among the trees
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| Parallel to the way I’m passing through every morn
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| It looks nobody knows such a road
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| Hence, as soon as we set off
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| I realized that I would have finally made myself acquainted
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| With their secrets buried in time
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| The more I were getting far from the things I already knew
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| The more I were feeling my senses' warmth reborn
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| While contamination were clearly dying down making
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| Room for a nearer and firmer pureness
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| A disarming scenery
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| Had been appearing (now) in front of my eyes
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| Filling my heart with tears and nostalgia
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| That moment I started guessing
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| That even human beings might born there
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| But nobody either knows or remember
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| What I’m talking about
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| Anyway since that night I know
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| Looking for the land of God it makes no sense, by now…
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| And down there, in this unreal town
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| Echoes of homesickness come back
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| So now loneliness covers every face with crying
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| But these lost heroes are lying down on their memories
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| Sometime are chained like only wonderful dreams can be
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| In this last tale echoes of homesickness come back
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| So now, now loneliness, it covers every face
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| But these lost sparks are lying down on their memories
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| Sometime are chained like just wonderful dreams can be |