1. I'm in Lucca and it's beautiful. winding roads. walls around the city from times when they needed to defend themselves from more than tourists. delicious bread and cafe for breakfast
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So raise a glass to the turnings of the season/ And watch it as it arcs towards the sun/ And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason/ And your labors will be born when all is done
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So raise a glass to the turnings of the season/
And watch it as it arcs towards the sun/
And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason/
And your labors will be born when all is done
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