Postcards From Italy

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     Ab
The times we had
              C
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow 
     Ab
Were not all bad 
            C
We put our feet just where they had 
       Ab
Had to go
         C
Never to go 

    Ab
The shattered soul 
        C
Following close but nearly twice as slow 
     Ab
Were my good times 
           C
There were always golden rocks to throw 
   Ab
At those who 
          C
Those who admit defeat too late 
               Ab
Those were our times 
               C
Those were our times


Interlude:
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And I will love to see that day
     Eb
That day is mine
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When she will marry me
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Outside with the willow trees

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And playing songs in May
     Eb
What made me so
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And I would love to see that day
    Eb
The day was mine

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