| If nothing happens, they will electrocute us right after midnight
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| Therefore here I am right with you, with love and with open heart,
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| as I was yesterday
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| Don’t cry, Dante, for many, many tears have been wasted
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| As your mother’s tears have been already wasted for seven years
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| And never did any good
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| So, son, instead of crying, be strong, be brave
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| So as to be able to comfort your mother
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| And when you want to distract her from the discouraging soulness
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| You take her for a long walk in the quiet countryside
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| Gathering flowers here and there
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| And resting under the shade of trees, beside the music of the waters
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| The peacefulness of nature, she will enjoy it very much
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| And you will surely, too
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| But, son, you must remember: Don’t use all yourself
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| But down yourself, just one step
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| To help the weak ones at your side
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| The weaker ones that cry for help, the persecuted and the victim
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| They are your friends, friends of yours and mine
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| They are the comrades that fight -- yes, and sometimes fall
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| Just as your father, your father and Bartolo, have fallen
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| Have fought and fell, yesterday, for the conquest of joy
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| Of freedom for all
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| In the struggle of life you’ll find, you’ll find more love
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| And in the struggle, you will be loved also |