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'Twas the summer of 1958
I traveled the country of Italy
And the breeze was great
In my floral hat and flowing dress
I danced all over the city
In Portofino, and I never would've guessed
I'm a single bedroom house.
I have enough inside me to support myself, but only room for one.
Strong enough to stand my ground, but fragile enough to fall apart at the slightest movement, I am made of glass.
