On this day twenty four
Dylan’s at my front door
Sayin’, boy, it’s December
Did you remember to remember?
And as I turn my face
To reply, yes, I guess I do
He just leaves with no trace
Leaving me all alone with you
and with that amazing grace
which is pure light bursting through.
gi.
gi,
ResponderEliminarGostávamos de o ter de volta. Nem imagina o que as suas flores alegram este blog.
Bom ano porque disso tenho a certeza.
Que coisa bonita, gi. Um bom ano para si. pcp
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