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Quando vivi lontano dal mondo dove sei nato, alla fine, vivi in una terra di nessuno, dove il presente non ha colore e il passato nemmeno. Vivi in un limbo che di fuochi si accende. E quella è la tua penitenza.

Empoli, Empoli, Empoli eri la unica casa
Eri la unica noia, eri il mio nulla.
Empoli, Empoli, Empoli, eri la mia voglia
fuggire, eri soffrire, errare - la rabbia eri.
Eri errori, dolori e debole vivere eri.
Empoli, Empoli, Empoli brilli lucida ora.
Stella polare a cui di guardare non stanco io sono
Ora - che oltre, varcato il limite, vaga ti vedo.
Senza un gesto a pensare ritorno - al tuo solo mondo.
Mondo di fiaba e di fato ricordo - di dramma ricolmo.
Piango? Socchiudo gli occhi - e sento te calda salire.

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