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From the coast of river,
across the seven hills'
I'm traveling on,far and wide,
But now it seems,I'm just
Stranger to myself,
And all the things I
sometimes do,it isn't me
but someone else.
I close my eyes, and
thing of trout,
Another rivers goes by,
in my mine,
Ain't it funny how it is,you
never miss it til it's gone
away,
And my hearts is lying there
and will be til my dying day.
Zrozum więc, nie trać czasu
wciąż wracając do zmarnowanych lat,
Take the rod in you hand
and realize you deepest dreams
Too much time on my
hands,I got you on mi
mind,
Can't ease this pain,so
easily,
I tak dalej,i tak dalej.
Weź wędkę w garść i rób to co kochasz najbardziej.
PO-ZDRÓ-WKA.
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