Poetry

Tuesday, 17 November 2020

Lucio, Lucio

 Lucio, lucio

Like a tornedo, coming on

Sweeping through the town

Lucio, Lucio

Everyone makes roomeo

Can I be your romeo

I don't know if I'm so strong


Lucio, Lucio

The times That I see you so

Far from the brink I know you're gone

Well Lucio, Lucio

Life's no joke you know

You gotta take the bull by the horns

Before it's all gone


Lucio, Lucio

This feeling does ever grow

Like the ferns and evergreens of the garden

And who can hold hands with the poor understands

How fleeting life can be deep in his bones

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