In Budapest
Always good. Feel the old mind. Home. Mine
Lived. Past. Living. Memory. I enjoy. That’s why
You can’t. Can’t. Understand. This life. Night kind
Daytime. Day is night. Nighttime. Night is dark. Light
Budapest is life. Mine. Like. Yes. My London like
I love Budapest. Always a style. Enjoyed feel like
Budapest day
Budapest night
Real
Pure
Life
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