"...Here must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night
And the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light,
Where the skies always clear,
And the summer never ends...
Won't you take me there............................?"
And the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light,
Where the skies always clear,
And the summer never ends...
Won't you take me there............................?"
Autumn Leaves revisited - A city by the light divided / Thursday.
...siempre hay tiempo para jugar canasta.
...siempre hay tiempo para jugar canasta.
D.
