| The wedding newspaper in the alley is everywhere
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| The daughters-in-law are worried about what to knead
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| Someone, kanda, is almost getting married to me?
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| Well, listen, it had to happen once
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| I was the first to mow that meadow
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| I talk more than I should
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| ‘Come on
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| I would have proposed to her a long time ago
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| If only I wanted to
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| The breeze of the glossy crown of the branches
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| Tamis carries a pair of water lilies
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| The bill is down
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| What is the value of youth now?
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| It doesn't matter if it's all together
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| Memory is a funny magnifying glass
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| What little things
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| Increases
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| Be careful with that violin
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| She longs for silence
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| It's like tickling little angels
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| The tip of the bow
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| And don't mention her
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| The world will not stop because of that
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| Well, she won't be the first
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| What she married
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| Nothing is easier than lying to yourself
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| Nothing is easier than trying to die
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| And nothing harder than searching in vain
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| Out of a hundred others, I tried to put it together
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| My heart is pounding
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| But the thought hesitates
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| Waiting for things to happen on their own
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| And sadness sounds better
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| When sung
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| The song endured everything
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| God is, sometimes, a true sheret
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| He adds a load on the slope
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| And pour Unreachable
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| To be reached
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| God is good, as to whom
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| You better not ask about it
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| I will shut up or swear
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| Take it easy, Shanji Baci
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| You knew what it meant to me
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| It's like crocheting a cobweb
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| The tip of the bow
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| When he threw a bouquet in front of the church
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| Let it fall like a curse
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| Let it be the last
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| What she married
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| Only pain in life is safe
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| Luck is brought by a postman who is very slow
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| Let…
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| Just this night to push
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| Tomorrow I will find a good excuse… |