The rain fell all day.
Oh, come through the trees soaked.
The leaves lie thick on the avenue
Oh, come through the trees soaked.
The leaves lie thick on the avenue
memories.
the Boulevard of memories
will stop a while and then we leave.
the Boulevard of memories
will stop a while and then we leave.
Come, love, where I can talk intimately.
James Joyce
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