Summer lights, late baths, winds of night discos
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They are gone forever these days with us, sunny days of those running.
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In memory, pull the thread and it seems you can return it,
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The steamer sailing away into the distance that took us that year.
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The sea is blowing in purple bodies, the surf is gently blowing,
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We are still different on the waves, different from each other.
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Evening gives us faces and names,
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When the moon looks through the hair of the trees.
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I remember long shadows
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Alleys fragrant like coffee,
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How did we fly somewhere
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Dissolving in the foliage of poplars.
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Like water running from under your feet
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As we ran somewhere far away.
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I remember long shadows
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Alleys fragrant like coffee.
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How far is the ribbon of the road, the mountain towns,
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Fast rivers, steep rapids,
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We will return there again.
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The scarlet sunset behind your shoulders will delay your farewell glance,
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He, like no one else, understands that it can't be any longer.
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I remember long shadows
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Alleys fragrant like coffee,
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How did we fly somewhere
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Dissolving in the foliage of poplars.
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Like water running from under your feet
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As we ran somewhere far away.
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How it was a long time ago, but I remember the melody of the flute,
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That poured that night over the tired sleepy sea.
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The scarlet sunset behind your shoulders will delay your farewell glance,
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He, like no one else, understands that it can't be any longer.
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I remember long shadows
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Alleys fragrant like coffee,
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How did we fly somewhere
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Dissolving in the foliage of poplars.
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Like water running from under your feet
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As we ran somewhere far away.
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I remember long shadows
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Alleys fragrant like coffee.
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I remember the long shadows of the alleys.
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I remember long shadows.
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Alleys fragrant like coffee. |