domingo, octubre 12, 2008
TOM WAITS - Martha
Meet out for coffe where we'll talk about it all......And those were the days of roses, poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows, we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
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