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  • One day,
    When I've escaped my student poverty,
    I will take you to Tuscany.

    We will ride horses from hill
    To castle
    To hill
    To vineyard
    To hill
    To a bench.

    And we will sit on that bench
    Overlooking those hills
    And castles
    And vineyards,
    And play
    And drink
    Whilst we watch the sun set.

    Until then, I’m afraid
    It'll have to be that campsite in Essex again.

    It may be no Tuscany
    But it's more than enough for me.
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