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marți, 13 noiembrie 2012
luni, 9 aprilie 2012
Simona. Standing on freedom's shore
She raced down to the sea,
Standing there on freedom's shore,
Can you feel it?
Now that Spring has come!
That it's time to live in the sun.
She's insane,
Wainting fot the summer rain.
Standing there on freedom's shore,
Can you feel it?
Now that Spring has come!
That it's time to live in the sun.
She's insane,
Wainting fot the summer rain.
miercuri, 22 februarie 2012
sâmbătă, 3 decembrie 2011
The story of a vagabond
She roamed around the cities
Searching for her fortune and fame
No man ever got to know her name
Shame, but that was her game
Gave a girl a baby boy
She said "This child is my pride and joy"
"I'm busy running wild and free"
"Make sure he grows up like me"
And I'm a vagabond...
Searching for her fortune and fame
No man ever got to know her name
Shame, but that was her game
Gave a girl a baby boy
She said "This child is my pride and joy"
"I'm busy running wild and free"
"Make sure he grows up like me"
And I'm a vagabond...
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