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We were young

The Adriatic was on fire

Played and frolicked in the sun

The fuel youths desire

Dark exotic beauty

With short hair and chocolate skin

As she strolled that beach

My mind was immersed in sin

Adrift on a raft with Kotor’s flower

I dared to touch her hand

Stunned as a surge of power

Lifted me above this old land

Sunny days and loving nights

Oh to be young alive and fast

Drink deeply from that cup I say

For its destined not to last

A lifetime has now past

Tried to re-kindle that fading light

Never will the sands of time

Again, offer that Adriatic night