I got a postcard from someone I met in Salvatore
He said the weather was great he'd been out on the lake
And sunning beside it quaint shore
When are you coming back, you need to come and relax
Share some stories at our sidewalk cafe
Shaved chocolate steamed-creamo on your cappuccino
Please write me back right away
Oh the red moon over lugano
Is in my memory, I can't seem to let it go
On the cobblestone streets
Where lovers would meet
I fell in love heart and soul
'Neath the red moon over lugano
If I had any sense
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