Arrivederci To The Old Lady.
¶ 1
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Whilst travelling fans
From West London
Work themselves up in to a blue funk.
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Down on La Corso Sebastopoli*
The Old Lady clasps her shawl about her,
Making her way off in to the cold night,
Beaten but not disgraced.
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She’s been here, many times before,
Deep down in her heart
She knows there’ll be other great night’s in Europe.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 After all… Que se ra, se ra.
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