When might a country specialize in producing a particular good?
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I was as brave as a lion,
But I was told I was like contamination,
It was like being in hospitalization.
But love is a disease, it has no bounds.
And whilst a disease is love, it will pass around.
Love may be gone as quick as sound.
It will come like lugini,
It even feels like a bowl of rotini,
But love has escaped more than Houdini.
I felt like the sky throwing lighting around,
The wind slapped my face as I was wondering about,
The sky and I were crying with a fraught,
I left like the birds, not making a sound.
That switzer sister,
She was with another mister,
He even just kissed her.
I thought patience always pays,
I waited for days,
I just went for the bays.
I jumped in hands behind my back,
I sorrowed my day, jumped in the bay,
On my back,
I fell with a 'Crack',
There was a 'Smack',
I left with a 'Splash'.
