I want to run away
I want to live in peace
I want to drive a boat
On watery Venetian streets
I want to grow a garden
Full of Basil and oregano
Eggplants and artichokes
San Marzano tomatoes
I want to feel the day
Savor passing time
Take all evening for dinner
Full of bread and wine
I want a rustic home
With terracotta tiles
A small but open layout
That's withstood life's harried trials
I dream of this place
While I read the morning news
Because I'm far from Italy
And stuck in Syracuse
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