sábado, outubro 02, 2004

Happy Birthday - 53

A primeira vez foi aqui

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
(Sting, Fields of Gold)
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