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Penelope
With her brown leather handbag
And her high-heeled shoes
And her dress of Sunday
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Penelope
She sits on a bench on the platform
And waits for the first train to arrive
Shaking the fan
03
People from the town say that a traveler stopped his watch
In the afternoon of a spring
04
Goodbye, my love, don’t weep for me, I will return
Before the willows fall their leaves
Think of me, I will return for you
05
Poor miserable woman
Your youth stopped
In a leaden afternoon of April
When your lover went away
06
Withered in her garden
Until the last flower
There is not even a willow on the main street
For Penelope
07
Penelope
They are sad after so much waiting
But your eyes seem to glow
If a train whistles in the distance
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Penelope
One after another she sees them passing
She looks at their faces, She hears them talking
They are dolls for her
09
People from the town say that the traveler returned
He found her on the bench of raw pine
10
He called her : ”Penelope, my faithful lover, my peace
Quit weaving dreams in your mind any longer
Look at me, I am your love, I have returned ”
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She smiled at him
With eyes full of yesterday
His face and his skin were not like that
"You are not the one I'm waiting for"
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And she stayed
With her brown leather handbag
And her high-heeled shoes
Sitting in the station