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Zante Spark


Call it love or call it lust

Or call it what you will

A spark was lit in Zante

That burns within me still


On turquoise seas a-sailing

On paths ‘neath Cyprus sun

You fill my life completely

We link and merge as one


In Witney stores a-shopping

Behind our stable door

There’s no one else I envy 

Nor one that I need more


Together we are special

Alone I’m simply me

In Clevedon or in Clanfield

Forever let us be.    

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