Beirut - Postcards From Italy

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FThe times we had
AOh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
FWere not all bad
AWe put our feet just where they had
FHad to Go
ANever to Go
 
The shattered soul
Following close but nearly 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
 
Bb F DmAnd I will love to see that day
CThat day is mine
Bb FWhen she will marry me
Dm COutside with the willow trees
 
And playing songs in May
What made me so
And I would love to see that day
The day was mine
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