You were gone and I was gone
and all of the
Sometimes you bring me flowers
a misery to me
and I
If I call your name at midnight
You would not
Seven winter's past and gone
I once was young and
Take her to the river
Call her a river-child
Take
Photographs of your face
Against the wind, against the rain
I'm gonna
She'd know in her time
She was young
A year
I say to the day
We'll drop down to die
(words by Pablo Neruda)
Hay tantos muertos
Y tantos malecones
Every night without the light
Or brightly shining low
Silver trees and
Gladly to your home again
Forgive me to the rain
It's true
Lily was a maiden in the castle sea
They found her
Without a lover
Without a friend
Without a saviour
Without
Mr. John Lee knew about your family
You came when I
Sooner or later
I will see you or something
When we talked
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