I’m leaving in the morning for the ports of Barcelona
Don’t know, but it sounded nice at the time
I’ll work in the days and I’ll write in the evenings
Alone at a sidewalk cafe drinking coffee or wine
I’ll have a new name and story every day if I please
The wonderful strangers here will ever know me
I’ll do as I feel, there’s nobody to appease
Wander the
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