With eyes closed tight I walk the street,
Breathing in to northern wind.
Drowning me in memories,
Like an ecstasy of forgotten dreams.
Memories:
Never fading;
Never waning.
Take me back to Italy.
Underneath a crescent moon and twinkling stars
Lost in depths of infinite skies,
On calm soft seas and melodies
In long lost love and in old red wine.
I return with longing in my heart,
As I open my eyes and follow the light
Never to return but in memory.
Take me back to Italy.
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