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on Syros |
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I’m back on the beach, wondering why |
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the wine made me so dizzy |
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you're still at the tavern, getting high |
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while keeping the waiter busy. |
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Few drunken guys from Liverpool |
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kicking empty cans of beer, |
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an English Lady, politely cool, |
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detests such manners over here |
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There's a couple across, kissing as if |
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it will be forbidden soon, |
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just for love, they seem to live, |
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at least this afternoon. |
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Now the sun comes down for one last kiss, |
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nature has us enchanted |
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the sea, the mountains, what a bliss, |
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but too soon we'll take it for granted. |
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Ahondissa |
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