Postcards From Italy – Beirut

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

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


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

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

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