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These are the days of love |
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My beautiful Bella Rosa |
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Of a sun filled with warmth |
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Caressing us all |
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I remember your sweet breath |
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And your cinnamon skin |
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Diving into the blue pool |
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And rising up to drink the air |
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These are the days of joy |
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Of precious moments |
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Of tables piled high |
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With bread and watermelon |
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Everything your heart desires there at your fingertips |
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Swinging as high as the sky |
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Singing your lullabies |
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Before the rain |
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Before the falling sky |
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Before the days and nights of tears |
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Of sirens and fear |
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Before the death of the dreams |
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Of our beloved country |
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And the cries of the children all over the world |
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But I will remember |
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This precious day |
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Your innocent smile stained a watermelon red |
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Your brown arms reaching up to me |
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In the light of the sun |
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I will remember it |
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Bella Rosa |
