The Dream of 'Italy dream sleep
in hearts without thorns
into tears of fire between the divine souls. The dream
suffocates the hands of vile
between the spitting of the border of the exiled tyrants
The dream dies
between bullets and knives and chains
between murderers if you kill his seed. The dream lives
eyes deep inside
between
contemptuous smile the smiles, songs. Who built
Italy has set his DREAM in our hearts. Do not let him die
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