With a jazzy tune on a lazy afternoon
dreaming about my Copenhagen
knowing exceedingly well
that if I can I shall return to the festival
even though I said not gonna happen
but I need the fresh air of Nordic
je ne sais quoi
With a jazzy melody on a cooler afternoon
remembering my Cazoulian summers
realizing with a shock
that I shall be only here another month
and it is happening that I shall leave
but I need not pass my date
of expiration
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