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Those Kibworth days.
Do you remember, the good days in Kibworth.
The evenings, the tickets all sold.
The church was a patchwork of colour.
For once it was also not cold.
We strolled down The Old Swan Together,
And everyone round us was fine.
Now our evenings are so bare,
The fun and laughter just not there,
Couldn’t we just do it one more time…..
Those Kibworth days we used to know, where have they gone where did they go, eh bien, raise your berets, to those Kibworth days.
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