When im older

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Let's move to Italy
We'll buy a wine farm
lay a fortress on top of a hill
Spend our days running around mills
Then nap on a flower bed
As we chew on a strawberry head

Immobile till the dusk
We'll drink spiced wine
And light meals to dine

Returning to our glass home
And I'll shake a glass dome
Thankful for this dream
With everything what it seems

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