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It's all so different now |
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From just a few weeks ago |
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When April was about to smile on |
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England And |
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I had to go. |
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So here I am again |
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Far from where the blackbird sings |
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And lanes |
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I love to walk along |
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Lost in my thoughts |
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And what of you my love |
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Though you're so far away |
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Yet so close to me in all |
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I do and see. |
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And so on my day off |
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I could have chosen monuments |
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Historic chateau, palaces |
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Or finding ways of improving my |
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French Instead |
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I wandered out alone |
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Here where woods and fields abound |
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And in a quiet corner found the resting place |
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Of English soldiers killed in war. |
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And what of them my love |
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Who died so far from home |
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No last farewell kiss |
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All that remains is this. |
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It makes me so ashamed to feel alone |
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Whatever would they think of me |
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For I shall see my love again. |
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INSTRUMENT |
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AL It's all so different now |
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From those few years ago |
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When April smiled so sweetly still |
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And they had to go. |
