среда, 14 ноября 2012 г.

Song and melodies change and change And sway But they still stay the same The songs that we sung when the dark days come Are the songs that we sung when we chased them away If I ever found a pot of gold I'd buy bottles untold of the nectar of the vines I'm going to die with a twinkle in my eye 'cause I sung songs spun stories loved laughed and drank wine

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