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It's time to walk again |
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It's time to make our way through the fountained squares |
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And the collonades |
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Your dress is shimmering |
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Your voice is hiding things |
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When you say I've hardly changed |
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In Europe after the rain |
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When the nights are warm and the summer sways |
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The stained glass echoing |
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The blossomed balconies and voices blow |
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On a shining wind |
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Your face is shimmering |
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Your smile is glimmering when I say you've hardly changed |
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In Europe after the rain |
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When the nights are warm and the summer sways |
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In Europe after the rain |
