and the guitar
was
again
my best
friend
as i was walking
through
the fields
early in the morning
and the dew
on my feet
like rain
as if my steps were
drops
dewdrops
maybe
i'll remember the forgotten stars
beneath the eternal snows
[chiar 5 martie dimineata, in floare, la ora 5]
was
again
my best
friend
as i was walking
through
the fields
early in the morning
and the dew
on my feet
like rain
as if my steps were
drops
dewdrops
maybe
i'll remember the forgotten stars
beneath the eternal snows
[chiar 5 martie dimineata, in floare, la ora 5]
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