giovedì 22 aprile 2010

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I dreamed I met a Galilean; 
A most amazing man. 
He had that look you very rarely find: 
The haunting, hunted kind. 
I asked him to say what had happened, 
How it all began. 
I asked again, he never said a word. 
As if he hadn't heard. 
And next, the room was full of wild and angry men. 
They seemed to hate this man. 
They fell on him, and then 
Disappeared again. 
Then I saw thousands of millions 
Crying for this man. 
And then I heard them mentioning my name, 
And leaving me the blame.

Pilate’s Dream da Jesus Christ Superstar

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