Purple Pasta

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It started as a summer's drive
We didn't bring a fork or knife
It was a lot of fun you see
As we ended up in southern Germany

Found an Inn with Basil there
I don't think he had any hair
Late at night it is right now
Hope we get to eat somehow

Pouring rain like cats and dogs
We were feeling water logged
Up ahead a light shone bright
An Italian restaurant but closed for the night

Talked to the owner who let us in
Her husband fed us or it would have been a sin
A very romantic meal we had
Even wet we did not feel sad

We dried ourselves and sat to dine
Purple pasta with white wine
Beautiful company with candlelight
Romantic evening was just right

Back to the Inn we went
Thought that everything was heaven sent
Had the evening of my life
Never will forget that night

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