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Back when I was a Catholic and truth was just behind a cloud And Spain's roads were paved with gold And silver trimmed the land behind the hill And fear came only during the night Back when I drank from the river in ignorance And planes were made of tin And soldiers died in colorful costumes while their widows cried with a smile And sailors went in ships that could be rolled on the floor Back when I heard the singing lady and was bored And roads were somehow wider And dogs were males while cats were their mates And monuments were made to be seen Back when I travelled in a car that was also a place to wonder And concrete ribbons separated friends And fathers were large and skillful And mothers playfully Joked about "little machines" Back, back but never again. |
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