Din ... Don ... Din ... Don... I hear the bells
With festive happiness in my heart
They are sweet notes, even if distant
And today, in reality, they reverberate with love.

It is the clock tower still.
In the  
To tell, with certainty, 

____ hear______ the abundant fountain
which _______ with water pure and cool
everyone, be they sick or healthy

O beauty, to my eyes house of stone
That ___________ each _______ and
You are still clear like 
After the ruins of war and 

O white church, dear to my alma
That I still remember the sacred rite
Heard in the air a song of Avemaria
That is lost in the distance, in the infinite...

But you who govern the skies, oh good ______
The poor
God, 

Poem: Ricordi di Colledimacine

by: Michele DiBerardino
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