Fuoco di San Antonio

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I taste the rain
I feel the fire

Rain on my face
Fire on my shoulder

Fuoco di San Antonio

Blessed am I
That a Saint is attached

To my pain

Saint of the Desert
Saint of solitude
Saint of all that is lost

I am widowed
I am orphaned
I am childless
I am nothing

And You my Lord
Are everything
You are in everything

In me
In the innocent 

Love songs of the world
That I sing to You


























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