A walk down the street.
Fragrances so sweet.
White cobblestones line the way.
Here is where I want to stay.
Away from the madding crowd.
A place where I can be proud.
This will be my home.
I don’t need a phone.
All I need is a soft bed
To lay down my weary head.
Fishermen’s cries will awake me
To begin my day by the sea.
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