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I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells <--- Questa faccina rappresenta il mio miglior pensiero filosofico. 
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