Postcards From Italy

Beirut

The time we had 

Oh,when the wind would blow with rain and snow

Were not all bad

We put our feet just where they had

Had to go

Never to go

The shattered soul

Following close but heavy twice as slow

Were my good times

There were always golden rocks to throw

At those who

Those who admit defeat too late

Those were our times

Those were our times

And i will love to see that day

That day is mine

When she will marry me

Outside with the willow trees

And playing songs in May

What made me so

And i'd love to see that day

The day was mine.

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i do.
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