It's a holiday in Corfu When her arms encircle me. With the pulsing of her bloodstream Sending trembles through my flesh, She's perfection most complete. There's a pause, I see her smiling, With a twisting of her head, Like a virtuoso's oboe in an Albinoni piece, She's perfection most complete. Are my paramour's dreams singing, Are they sketching far away, Does she know that with
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