i met him in a bar ,
in a place so fare,
a purple jacket his white shirt , he touched his pocket get off his shirt ,
the drummer beat with force ,
the fiddle play the high tunes of course,
i saw him he saw me ,a whisky bottle one or two ,
drinking dancing ,
his skin so soft ,
his eyes like my eyes ,
we fall so slow ,
we gone so low
©anfaliesa
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