Gnawing an orange on the cliff
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Looking at the blue world ahead of me
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Hearing a nightingale nearby
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In the calm improv of sunset
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Below, trembling fires in the tents
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Offshore the waters shine like silver
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And the breeze keeps telling old legends
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Of pirate ports and bays
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There was a peach tree on the island
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Planted by a Vizier from Odemira
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Who they say killed himself young for love
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Here, in the place of Porto Côvo
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The moon has already dropped over this peace
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And reigns over all this glow
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All around life delights itself
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While a sea bream roasts on the embers
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Far off, a ship's citadel
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Lights up in the sea like a wish
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Behind me the breath of fate
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Brings me back the memory of the Alentejo
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There was a peach tree on the island
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Planted by a Vizier from Odemira
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Who they say killed himself young for love
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Here, in the place of Porto Côvo
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Gnawing an orange on the cliff
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Looking ahead at the dark blue
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I could be a fish in the tide
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Swimming with no past or future
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There was a peach tree on the island
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Planted by a Vizier from Odemira
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Who they say killed himself young for love
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Here, in the place of Porto Côvo