And no matter there
My steps are small
My distant sister
I find no one here
But faces always shaped to hold up
And turning harder as I pass
Sincere love is just letters
Love is dead
And white my smile
And black my winter eyes
Still closing
DMB
My steps are small
My distant sister
I find no one here
But faces always shaped to hold up
And turning harder as I pass
Sincere love is just letters
Love is dead
And white my smile
And black my winter eyes
Still closing
DMB
2 comentários:
Será que este por do sol é o por-se fim à direcção que tem directores q caluníam dirigentes da modalidade.
http://remo-historia.blogspot.com/2008/11/remo-em-portugal.html
Quase perfeito ;)
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