Twenty

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Forever twenty-one you'll stay,

Or more exactly - twenty.

There could be so many places on your way;

I wonder what you'd have to say.


I bet you'd like misty September dusk,

And all these smaller music shops; 

The waterfront and harbour where ships park,

And vinyl plates hung on the wall;

And mighty waterfall where heart would almost stop.

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