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| (to the stars:) Pity the man, for he is powerless. Look after him, for he is frail and full of needs. And envy, for he can hope.
Tanto più scura è la notte dentro, tanto più chiare sono le luci fuori; e la lontananza brucia quanto il contatto.
On the verge of annihilation, with the storm chasing and putting down your hopes; your past is but a wasteland of regrets and crushed dreams. But somewhere, somehow, a smile emerges.
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