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.

Fishermen’s cries will wake me

To start my day by the sea.

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