What a wonderfull day
For to sit by the bay
And to feel the wind in your hair
Falling slowly on the old chair.
Ow, my lovely blowing mind
I'm feeling just like a child
Who wants to get a candy
And kiss his grey hair daddy
'Cause days are out of worries
And full of colourfull stories.
I kick the ball against the grass,
I watch the sparkling air in the glass
And I realize that day is short,
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