Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we've climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye my friend it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun
we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time
Goodbye Papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along
Goodbye Papa it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them, I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
Goodbye Michelle my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground
Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there
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"Воинское дело есть тудное, скорбное и трагическое. Но необходимое и служащее благой цели. Средства его жестокие и неправедные. Но именно поэтому дух, коему вручаются эти средства, должен быть крепок и непоколебим..."«P»Иван Ильин
Нас сомнения грызут,
Я сомненьям этим не рад.
Эта мерзкая тяжесть в груди
Разбивает любовь....
А пока мы сидим и страдаем,
Скулим у захлопнутых врат,
Нас колотят уже чем попало
Да в глаз, а не в бровь...