where the sky meets the sea and a boundless grey gathers the colourful remainings of a forgotten day my home is there where the road ends and the golden shade of the wheat takes your breath and you observe, odd the greatness of eternity my home is there where the asfalt swallows the city and millions of voices erase the dust and the iron trucks tear the ground my home is there where the silent pavements lead you beyond the customs building, till the nameless regions, full of neons, flickering to the redemption of the night my home is there

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