<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420160" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Repetoire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are songs that I no longer play, <br>even when I’m at practice alone.<br>The words are to painful to sing<br>now that I’ve reaped what I’ve sown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are places that we used to go, <br>where I haven’t gone in a year.<br>The barkeep must think that I’ve died, <br>As I no longer stop for a beer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are friends that I no longer see-<br>They would only remind me of you.<br>Phantom pains to an old amputee<br>Bitter leaves from my garden of rue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are songs that I no longer play, <br>Whose lyrics would stab at my heart.<br>These days, I’ve been drinking for two.<br>It’s my solace since we’ve been apart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420160" data-title="Repetoire de John F. McCullagh" data-description="There are songs that I no longer play, even when I’m at practice alone. The words are to painful to sing now that I’ve reaped what I’ve sown. There are places that we used to go, where I haven’t gone in a year. The barkeep must think th..."></div> </div> </div>

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