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There are hills, There are trees, Everywhere It's a never-ending forest And it's beautiful. Colorful row houses Spring up among them Stacked on the slopes, Like a hillside in Italy Defying gravity That little pizza shop is still there The crust is thick and soft with the perfect crunch -- just on the bottom. The Italian restaurant Still serves perfect wedding soup And fantastic spaghetti And hasn't changed a bit. The buildings in the city so tall, so beautiful, so much bigger than anything I'm used to keep me feeling small, keep me looking up at the heavens I can see all the bridges All the stadiums All the rivers From the top of a hill I look around and think "I'm finally home."
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
3 Days at Home
There are hills, There are trees, Everywhere It's a never-ending forest And it's beautiful. Colorful row houses Spring up among them Stacked on the slopes, Like a hillside in Italy Defying gravity That little pizza shop is still there The crust is thick and soft with the perfect crunch -- just on the bottom. The Italian restaurant Still serves perfect wedding soup And fantastic spaghetti And hasn't changed a bit. The buildings in the city so tall, so beautiful, so much bigger than anything I'm used to keep me feeling small, keep me looking up at the heavens I can see all the bridges All the stadiums All the rivers From the top of a hill I look around and think "I'm finally home."
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
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