skiing - 21 | Текст песни

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Warm summer sun
Shine brightly here
Warm southern winds
Blow softly here
Green sod above
Lie light
Goodnight dear heart, Goodnight
Dead a week and not already gone
You broke a foolish heart in twain
That would lightly mend again
Longing for the nights cold retreat
Your dancing days are quickly run
Dead and only 21.

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