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On a very warm days of summer
Looked up on the stars and falter
Dreaming of my way back home
Blinded by and cant look up at the tome
Walking on the shore and smiling
Body was tired; envied of their doing
Bella roba! Found it! Bravo!
I do not have the courage, Dio Buono
Crippled by time and assailed by fear
Cold days was warm by the shear
I am walking down the desert frost
Living the life without you. Im lost.
In those early years of prime
As sweet as sugar, as sour as lime
Desperated on turning back time
Those days that I got each and every dime.
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