"Oh, when I joined the Eagles
(as it might be yesterday)
I kissed a girl at Clusium
Before I marched away.
A long march, a long march, and twenty years in store,
when I left my girl at Clusium, beside the threshing-floor.
The girls of Spain were honey-sweet,
and the golden girls of Gaul
And the Thracian Maiden soft as birds
To hold the heart in thrall
'But the girl I kissed at Clusium
Kissed and left at Clusium,
The girl I kissed at Clusium
I remember best of all.
A long march, a long march, and twenty years behind,
But the girl I kissed at Clusium comes easy to my mind.'
2006-10-16
11:46:08
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