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_And I was always so impulsive,
I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered then
was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together
was never meant to be.
And Martha, Martha,
I love you can't you see?

And those were the days of roses,
poetry and prose and Martha
all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.

And I remember quiet evenings
trembling close to you..._
T.Waits

_Ho la sensazione di dividermi fra due Cla, una la mattina e l'altra il resto della giornata.Dopo ore di umore sodo,tirato, alto,scende la sera ed escono tutte le rughe della mancanza.