Cuba, let me feel you
Let my eyes see your sun's face
Let my hands touch sands of time
Let my ears hear surf...
Too nosy for your success
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Sun, wind, beach...and Cuba libre. This verse has taken me back in time, Richard. Brilliant!
All we need now is the song, 'Guantanamera' which we were all singing there and on the return flight.