Words are funny.(Odd. Not haha)
In that they can never quite reach where they need to reach...
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Where is the italian in the blood?
(Garlic, tomatoes, oregano...) etc.
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"Buona notte" she sighs.
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Something about whales and cuckoos makes the instruments sing. I Understand This.
It is all in the sunset and breezes through the leaves.
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