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© Where Is My Pen (BMI)
in the young memory of Meredith Kercher


Days up here
Over vales and hills
That flash upon your eyes
To this bliss of multitude I sigh

Days up here
They'll disappear
Into fertile grounds
Life and death together they sound

I guess that's why we got this green
Surrounded by the touch of breeze
They let you see once at least
How simple life is lived
Peacefully

From daffodils to olive trees
From daffodils to olive trees
From daffodils to olive trees