| I came across a cache of old photos
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| And invitations to teenage parties
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| «Dress in white» one said, with quotations
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| From someone’s wife, a famous writer
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| In the nineteen-twenties
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| When you’re young you find inspiration
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| In anyone who’s ever gone
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| And opened up a closing door
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| She said, «We were never feeling bored
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| 'Cause we were never being boring
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| We had too much time to find for ourselves
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| And we wre never bing boring
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| We dressed up and fought, then thought: „Make amends“
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| And we were never holding back or worried that
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| Time would come to an end»
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| When I went I left from the station
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| With a haversack and some trepidation
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| Someone said, «If you’re not careful
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| You’ll have nothing left and nothing to care for
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| In the nineteen-seventies» |