A hundred years is a long time to live,
to give and take and take and give,
to make an epic poem rhyme
A hundred years is a long, long time
Fulvio has lived a hundred years
through love and laughter, sweat and tears
And now enjoys, in patriarch mode,
the fruit of all he has bestowed
His many friends, in quiet reflection
remember him with great affection
And think about the lucky day
when dear old Fulvio came their way
to give and take and take and give,
to make an epic poem rhyme
A hundred years is a long, long time
Fulvio has lived a hundred years
through love and laughter, sweat and tears
And now enjoys, in patriarch mode,
the fruit of all he has bestowed
His many friends, in quiet reflection
remember him with great affection
And think about the lucky day
when dear old Fulvio came their way
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