Te he vuelto a encontrar, como de casualidad y me alegro mucho de volver a oír tu voz y de las cosas que, de nuevo, me dices. La gente dice que eres triste, yo nunca, sé que no te entienden. Hola Anne.
Through the soft shades of Summer, fused together by the strange seasons of the City.
The stationary is stained with all my failings,
The bedlays new cold and empty as a casket. Your body left its shape upon the sheets and
little else ; I shall dress my room in the colours of sadness...
(Anne Clark, Shades. De su disco Changing Places)
The stationary is stained with all my failings,
The bedlays new cold and empty as a casket. Your body left its shape upon the sheets and
little else ; I shall dress my room in the colours of sadness...
(Anne Clark, Shades. De su disco Changing Places)
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