Ciao,
beati voi, bella gita!
Quanto vi fermate?
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Loris
You change all the lead / sleepin' in my head to gold, / as the day grows dim, / I hear you sing a golden hymn, / the song I've been trying to sing /
Purify the colours, purify my mind / Purify the colours, purify my mind, / and spread the ashes of the colours / Over this heart of mine!