Friday 11 April 2008 photo 1/2
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Och det är dessa små ord det får bli...
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on you father's map
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies
Dance silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me
Annons