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Twenty-one, so young and tender but blue
I remember, I remember laughing for no reason with you
Laughing
Sharing a bottle on the stairs
That led to your wooden room
Full of cigarettes and green glass bottles
Yesterday's meal by the mattress on the floor
Where we danced...
In the garden below your window
Where I first began to know
To know you