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I wish I were back in Italy
where Venice would be my home
catching ferries to the station
over cobblestones I’d roam

Or within the stone of Paris
building’s standing supreme
art galleries speaking volumes
around the Seine I’d stream

I wouldn’t travel to London
The pace of people’s walk
would not escape my loneliness
as I’d try to awkwardly talk

I’d love to lie on a beach in Thailand
Among those fishing boats
staring into tomorrow
against the forest’s smoke

Where fish then birds surround me
I’d find solitude in soul
Oh take me back to Thailand
before I grow too old