A walk down the street.
Fragrances so sweet.
White cobblestones line the way.
Here is where I want to stay.
Away from the madding crowd.
A place where I can be proud.
To call my new home.
I don’t need a phone.
All I need is a soft bed.
To lay down my weary head.
The fishermen’s cries will wake me.
For my day by the deep blue sea.
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