Robert Gregory:
[singing]
I've got music in my heart, Oh, what music in my heart, I can't eat, I can't talk, Without symphonies playing, I've got feet, That won't walk, Without swinging and swaying, My heart's made of singing strings, When they play, My heart has wings, I can't move, From this groove...
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:23