of the city lights
and the pouring rain.
The sounds echoing
against the concrete walls.
Yet I can still hear
the sound of the crashing waves
and the feel of the
warm sun against my skin
as we cast our shadows
against the sand.
As you whisper words
against my ear
that only us can hear.
I can still hear your voice
even if that summer's been long gone.
Take me with you
'Cause even by yourself, my love
You are something else
One summer turns into ten summers
One lover turns into ten others
But this memory is still with me
So close bring me in so close
Your clothes underneath my clothes
Once upon a time in Portugal
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