Nick: DeK Oggetto: Dusk Data: 28/3/2004 23.33.38 Visite: 38
See my hand is moving touching all that's real And once it stroked love's body now it claws the past. The scent of a flower, The colours of the morning, Friends to believe in, Tears soon forgotten, See how the rain drives away, another day. ... (Banks/Gabriel/Phillips/Rutherford/Mayhew) |