letra de her song - john ireland
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i sang that song on sunday
to which an idle while
i sang that song on monday
as fittest to beguile:
i sang it as the year outwore
and the new slid in;
i thought not what might shape before
another would begin
i sang that song in summer
all unforeknowingly
to him as a new-comer
from regions strange to me:
i sang it when in afteryears
the shades stretched out
and paths were faint; and flocking fears
brought cup-eyed care and doubt
sings he that song on sundays
in some dim land afar
on sat-rdays, or mondays
as when the evening star
glimpsed in upon his bеnding face
and my hanging hair
and time untouched mе with a trace
of soul-smart or despair?
letras aleatórias
- letra de lost in the kklouds - ayekay
- letra de stilte voor de storm - zo moeilijk
- letra de dramatic - ramone
- letra de fire waist - kiz (kyle warrell)
- letra de gullible few - dan sultan
- letra de land of the fee - mc moneypenny
- letra de yaayi - slicker stk
- letra de all we are - state of drama
- letra de wild - whysir
- letra de fall - s@dek