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黯媣销魂
楼主
sing by Sinead O'CornnerA Perfect Indian is heRemembering him life is sweetLike a weeping willowHis face on my pillowComes to me still in my dreamsAnd there I saw a young babyA beautiful daughter was sheA face from a paintingRed cheeks and teeth achingHer eyes like a wild Irish seaOn a table in her yellow dressFor a photograph feigned happinessWhy in my life is that the only timeThat any of you will smile at meI'm sailing on this terrible oceanI've come for my self to retrieveToo long have I been feeling like Lir's childrenAnd there's only one way to be freeHe's shy and he speaks quietlyHe's gentle and he seems to meLike the elf-arrowHis face worn and harrowedIs he a daydreamer like me
2007年07月15日 05点07分
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