Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da

Desmond had a barrow in the market place,
Molly is the singer in a band,
Desmond says to Molly,
girl I like your face
and Molly says this, as she takes him by the hand.
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on bra.
La la how the life goes on.
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In a couple of yours they have built a home sweet home with a couple of kis running in the yard of Desmond and Molly Jones.

Memories from a time, not as much packed with personal history and experiences as today.
From a life, when we allowed ourselves, to have dreams.
Life was a lot, lot easier then.
We didn't know how to spell "burden" and "duties" then.