🎶 Postcards From Italy

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The [F]times we had, oh, when the [A]wind would blow with rain and snow
Were [F]not all bad, we put our [A]feet just where they had
Had to [F]go, never to [A]go

The [F]shattered soul following [A]close, but nearly twice as slow
In [F]my good times there were [A]always golden rocks to throw
[F]At those who, those who [A]admit defeat too late
Those were our [F]times, those were our [A]times
[F] [A] [F] [A] [F] [A] [F] [A] [F] [A] [F]
[F] [Bb] [F] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
And [Bb]I will [F]love to see that [Dm]day, that [C]day is mine
When [Bb]she will [F]marry me [Dm]outside with the [C]willow trees
And [Bb][F]play the songs in [Dm]May, they [C]made me so
And [Bb]I would [F]love to see that [Dm]day, the [C]day was mine
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [F] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [F] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [F] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]

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