Postcards From Italy

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

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


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And I will love to see that day
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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
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What made me so
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And I would love to see that day
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The day was mine

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