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by alarian May 18, 2006 category : Love, romance / love is
What a pity you think could be John or Joe who fell in love with you could be Joe or me I called our lives a song telling the streets we wandered and the tattoos we finally got rid off, you and I like many of us, the Athenians the gem we hold was only our youth today I know that but baby don't cry they say our sadness can be filled up with hopes our love can be found again if we stop to run but Helena we were born near the gods, where are they now? We drank, we smoked and lived an easy life through, baby don't cry