Welcome You
(Giles)
I've got a theory,
that it's a demon,
a dancing demon,
no,something isn't right there.
(Willow)
I've got a theory,
some kid is dreaming,
and we're all stuck inside his wacky broadway nightmare
(Xander)
I've got a theory we should work this out,
(Willow, Tara, Anya)
its getting eerie whats this cheery singing all about.
(Xander)
It could be witches, some evil witches,
(glances at Anya)
which is ridiculous cause witches they were persecuted, and wicca,
good and loved the earth, and woman power, and i'll be over here.
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I've got a theory,
that it's a demon,
a dancing demon,
no,something isn't right there.
(Willow)
I've got a theory,
some kid is dreaming,
and we're all stuck inside his wacky broadway nightmare
(Xander)
I've got a theory we should work this out,
(Willow, Tara, Anya)
its getting eerie whats this cheery singing all about.
(Xander)
It could be witches, some evil witches,
(glances at Anya)
which is ridiculous cause witches they were persecuted, and wicca,
good and loved the earth, and woman power, and i'll be over here.
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Pietro Il Pescatore
l'acqua più fresca dal nulla ne scaturì
il sole si nascose, dal cielo scese il pane
e ritornò la quiete fra la gente.
Un altro mistero si aggiunge ai miei "perché?".
Oggi si scava il sogno sulla rovente sabbia
e il fiume sudore disseta radici nuove,
fugge il miraggio e un Paradiso giàsi rivela,
il fiore d'arancio profuma così il deserto.
Occhi che fissano il vuoto rimpiangono
figli lontani dispersi nelle città.
Nella mia terra i vecchi ulivi stanno pregando
stringono in pugno collane di perle nere;
la frutta dorata che il sole dona come rugiada
semina rabbia, nei fossi sacrificata.