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On a limestone laced hillside, Under a sun burnished Umbrian sky; Like resting peasants, the olives thrive.
When you visit Rome, it is as if history beckons,All other thoughts are secondary to reckon,Stunning architecture and ruins does the mind conjure,While being tempted to look at the bigger picture  
Romantic Naples is in a league of its own,Italy's third largest municipality with the topper being Rome,It's a vibrant city of glorious, yet tattered beauty,You just need to soak in it's inimitable Italian authenticity
There lies a secret in the shining sea A city full of wonders is hidden Brightly colored stores perfect for a spree Brilliant lights and shiny black lamp posts glisten
wandering through streets window shopping up and down what a luxury   beautiful buildings young and old, they surround me cause me to wonder   the golden sun sets
A Year Alone I chose to go To somewhere that was quite unknown   Whole new ideas I had never heard Ways of thinking I thought were absurd   And all my thoughts?
dear precious and dexterous,   the house in the hills of cinque terre, is resplendent in its alluring wealth. it is orange,
My grandmother saw America not as a land of opportunity, but as a last resort. Taking off only when there was nothing left Leaving because a twenty-six-year-old with four children cannot provide on a dime.
The boiling sun beaming off of the vibrant multicolored fruits, resting on the wooden boxes in the middle of a typical Sunday afternoon marketplace. The smell of freshly picked flowers being sold for only 2 euros.
I am from hair bands, From hairspray and bobby pinned strands. I am from lights hanging above the stage. (Bright, blinding,
Summer 06' Circled around the screen is my family Grandpa in his recliner sitting stern and proud My little brothers cheering loud My mother and father clasping their hands
Dancing, singing, cooking, drinking, laughing Watching my fellow friends inhale the smell of homemade pasta Grimacing at our professors, thinking of all we had discovered together
Innocent?Guilty?Most have made up their mind.But for Amanda this is more than a crime.Her whle life at stake,and she's not to blameFighting for their childHer parents have gone wild
I've seen those hands before In a different country far from here I've smelled that scent before But it's not like he's standing beside me Flashbacks through my senses
Looking up, as he looks off into the distance
 Seeing a giant I cannot
 His eyes stare ahead and not down at me But I feel them seeing through All the strength and informality
 The facade that's a decade old
This is the place where love never dies! Where silence is sweet and clear are the skies! The air smells fresh and the earth is old This kind of bliss can never be sold. These are the lands where everyone smiles
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