Воскресенье, 12 Ноября 2006 г. 13:28
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I laughed and shook his hand,
I made my way back home,
I searched for form and land,
Years and years I roamed,
I gazed a gazely stare,
We walked a million hills -- I must have died
alone,
A long long time ago.
Who knows, not me,
I never lost control,
You're face, to face,
With the man who sold the world...
В колонках играет - the man who sold the wrold
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Воскресенье, 12 Ноября 2006 г. 14:11 (ссылка)
We passed upon the stair,we spoke in wallse and web,
Althrow I was'n there,he said I was his friend,
Which came as a surprisa.I spoke into his eyes.
I throght you died along,A long,long time ago.
Oh,no,not me,
We never lost control.
The face to fase
Of a man who sold the world
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