The Song of The Pragmatic Mercenary
My girlfriend from the countryside bade me farewell.
Before we were sitting together, me beside her.
She was weeping, I tried to see her face.
She put her face on my shoulder, we were near.
And the day came, she was standing waving her hands.
I took the bus, left her forever.
Nice were those days, but I left her forever.
She was weeping, I tried to see her face.
She put her face on my shoulder, we were near.
And the day came, she was standing waving her hands.
I took the bus, left her forever.
Nice were those days, but I left her forever.
to be continued............
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