Italy

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
We laugh and we play, we stay for awhile
We will leave someday soon, but don't be afraid
For bountiful are the memories made.

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