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P F M Premiata Forneria Marconi The World Became The World

came bursting through the clouds Hung up his rainbows in the sky And with a laugh of flames said, "Now go chase the gold" And the world became the world

: Red Bellows of flame have blackened my stones Convulsing my frame and cracking my bones. Hell's dragons of steel who roar in their chains Crawl into

: Inflate you waistcoat, wind down your eyes, Tie on your best smile, check your disguise. Dryclean your old jokes, practise despair, Hide your relations

Sometimes it seems that what remains of truth and real value Is wine shared with friends, A sunset, music or some ancient statue, Drinking the stars

came bursting through the clouds Hung up his rainbows in the sky And with a laugh of flames said, "Now go chase the gold" And the world became the world

Inflate you waistcoat, wind down your eyes, Tie on your best smile, check your disguise. Dryclean your old jokes, practise despair, Hide your relations