The innocent | versione finale
Whatever they touch
turns into stone
in spite of endeavours
it's beyond human strenght
Wherever they appear
there arouse the opposition
against shifting of
comfortable positions
Finally, they build for themselves
a high mould of mockery
Then, they will tread
their irreverent paths
It's not your fault
that you're not from the world
turns into stone
in spite of endeavours
it's beyond human strenght
Wherever they appear
there arouse the opposition
against shifting of
comfortable positions
Finally, they build for themselves
a high mould of mockery
Then, they will tread
their irreverent paths
It's not your fault
that you're not from the world
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