| After the storm — WE STAND
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| Sailing again, discovering new lands…
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| WE FOLLOW THE WIND
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| Your eyes can be fooled, and lose every rules…
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| Under the sun — WE RUN!
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| Leaving each place, our own trace…
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| We tell our thoughts, we tell what we meet,
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| WE TELL ALL THE PEOPLE, THE FEARS,
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| THE NEEDS…
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| October 29, a shipwreck slows down the pace
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| The journey’s end was painted on our scared faces
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| In the trouble, in the danger, we start to remember
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| What we earn, what we give, what we still believe
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| One page for an old man’s folk story
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| One page for a woman’s deep eyes
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| Even for a pain, even for a lie
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| A blank page you will find…
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| Carry on, feel the road
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| Where the journey ends again we don’t know!
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| Once again, cross the edge
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| We keep alive what we live with this line!
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| And you cannot write until you have lived
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| How many words will fill this page?
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| Maybe a tale, maybe a rhyme
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| MAYBE A LOVE YOU CANNOT REQUITE!
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| A lesson you give, and the thousand received!
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| WE WANT REMEMBER ALL!
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| December 27, the first time we sail together
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| We don’t know where is the way
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| But the quest for us, now, is the same
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| We leave the home, we leave affections
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| To take our own direction
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| We want it all, we keep on fighting
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| No disguise no compromise! |