Lido di Camaiore,
great chance for his famous school. The imposing building, committed to grow upright and healthy children of the wolf, today, in glazed party is ready to break the holy day of study to accommodate the illustrious minister. As only the most faithful Italic schools can do. Days trepidation preparation of iron have marked the continuation of the lessons. Elegant babes and fragrant, led by a brilliant hand without doubt, have produced poems and thanksgiving all in austerity and simple Roman style. Nothing seems to disturb the harmony, the viewer's eye is fascinated by the elegance of the order, dazzled by the light cleaning. The staff proudly deployed, is ready to accompany the distinguished guest within the walls of the institute, cloaked in Italic culture, the pride of our age-old sacred peninsula, where the past echoes arrive vibrant.
They are the eyes that stare of the Duce. What is that look, nobody knows.[Read with intonation by Newsreel Light]
It 's a flame that your heart seeks to turn a fire of vermilion.
who shall stand in that eye, armed with flaming arrows?
not worry: you arrows to turn into rays of joy!
makes it better!
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