Lisbon Ballade

I love these patterns
On the tiles of the wall
In Lisbon
The music they called fado
Full of ups and downs
Memories from far or near
The tins of sardine
Tell big thing every year
Some stories
Bright like burning spark
Some others
Hide to be birthmark
I don't care
The date will be out of date
I've been there
A day in my life to make



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