| Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
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| La la la la la-la-la-la la la la la
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| On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
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| I look around and think about what might have been
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| And then I hear sweet music float around my head
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| As I recall the many things we left unsaid
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| It’s on days like these that I remember
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| Singing songs and drinking wine
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| While your eyes played games with mine
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| On days like these I wonder what became of you
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| Maybe today you’re singing songs with someone new
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| I’d like to think you’re walking by those willow trees
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| Remembering the love we knew on days like these
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| It’s on days like these that I remember
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| Singing songs and drinking wine
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| While your eyes played games with mine
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| On days like these I wonder what became of you
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| Maybe today you’re singing songs with someone new
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| Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
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| La la la la la-la-la-la la la la la |