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When Fabienne plays the harmonica In that gently abiding way My head turns ever so slight with memory And my eyes gleam anew with river sheen Walking down a path called contentment I smile, and for a moment stay
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Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
We Were Eighteen
When Fabienne plays the harmonica In that gently abiding way My head turns ever so slight with memory And my eyes gleam anew with river sheen Walking down a path called contentment I smile, and for a moment stay
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhj3or9T5nU&feature=youtu.be&t=144 Wow...
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Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
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