Christine:
[singing]
This year, I can hear, Guitar Johnny playing, Strange they should be saying, What your heart, Forgot to say, And this year, Everywhere I go, There is you, In the misty morning meadows, You reached out to me, Warm and sweet and tender, Then I remember more, Than anyone, Anything, Any love before...
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:57