| We crossed the line, in this famous square we arrived
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| A place of swap, forbidden to the cash
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| Hundreds of stands, here you can find what you search
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| Advice or wine, drugs or jewels which shine
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| All rely on all, nothing can be stolen
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| Leave the dough, leave it to the fools!
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| I hope they can eat it instead of food!
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| No more Slaves of this shining gold!
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| This is the faith, of the market square!
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| There are no ranks, no way for the banks
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| You’ll have no debt, and nothing more to ask
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| Your skill as writer for a piece of fresh bread
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| New shoes to your horse, exchanged for a dress
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| Out of this wall, every one believes they can
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| They can do anything, they have no more to learn!
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| You can’t hoard, you can’t try to resell
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| Your commitment decides your success
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| Have just an hammer it’s not enough
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| You are not a blacksmith, you are a bluff!
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| There is no place for those
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| Who only want to teach and earn |