It is a straight street
of white buildings
against a blue sky
and there is a cafe
of romance
where I plan to die
I will sit in sunshine
in a dapper suit
tip my Panama hat
to ladies passing by
as I sip my last coffee
and listen to the chat
I will remember
good moments
and breathe easy air
relaxing in paradise
and die on
the cafe chair
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