Because I don't stop talking about my for ever departure from this land...
Annette told me in the middle of a party:
"I already got ride of you!"
As much as one must appreciate her ability to say goodbye, to protect herself and to make a the biggest service I ask from friends I couldn't stop myself grabbing a random drink and to not stay a bit more than usual at the toilet.
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I thought it was easter time the way the light rose
rose that morning
Lately you've been on my mind
You showed me the rope
ropes to climb over mountains and to pull myself
out of a landslide
of a landslide
I thought it was harvest time
You always loved the smell of the wood burning
She with her honey hair Dalhousie Catsle she would meet you there
In the winter butter yellow
The flames you stirred yes you could stir
I raise a glas make a toast a Toast in your honor
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
cause on your right standing by is MR BOJANGLES
with a toast he is telling me it's time to raise a glas
Make a toast a Toast in your honor
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
cause on your right standing by is MR BOJANGLES
with a toast he is telling me it's time
To let you go Let you go
I thought I'd see you again
you said you might do
Maybe in a carving In a cathedral somewhere in Barcelona
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