divendres, 22 d’abril del 2011

entrada 815-2 (any 3)

The cream pooled cry, gone astray
In the park or on the lawn
My lord, my love
Take care of those you're dreaming of
My sister put it right
My mind, lock me down at night
My lord, my love
Take care of the ones you say you love

When we were children in the hay
We felt your eyes were upon us
My lord, my love
Help me to remember
My sister put it right
My mind lock me down at night
My lord, my love
Take care of the ones you say you love
My fear is to put it right
My mind don't lock me down at night
My lord, my love
Take care of the ones you say you love
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3 comentaris:

  1. maria22 d’abril del 2011, a les 21:24

    Sonen molt bé.Interessant proposta.

    ResponElimina
  2. Sílvia24 d’abril del 2011, a les 22:47

    Són deliciosos...i ve bé un descans de cinisme, oi?

    ResponElimina
  3. Molon labe25 d’abril del 2011, a les 10:23

    Estimada Penelope emmirallada o espillada... cinisme? ummm, no sé on el veu vostè...

    Apreciada Maria, doncs si, tot i que com totes no és meva :(

    ResponElimina

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