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I won't miss those summer days,
Roses, berries, nightingales,
But there's one thing, one and only, I 'll bewail…
Addio pomodori!
Little red setting suns.
Here come again, I know it,
Long cold nights when I 'll covet
Those tasty ripe tomatoes
Which I could eat by tons.
I don't care that I can could have
Soups and ketchup, if still
I want to gulp