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For some a singer sings her love
For some she sings her youth
For others still she's like a dove
Elated in her truth.
But a singer sings us to the world
A world as yet divided,
And lonely, naked, bare and bold,
She brings us deep inside it.
For some she sings her youth
For others still she's like a dove
Elated in her truth.
But a singer sings us to the world
A world as yet divided,
And lonely, naked, bare and bold,
She brings us deep inside it.
Madeleine Peyroux
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posted by Dan @ 7:57 AM
3 Comments:
ahhhhhhhhhhhh..... beautiful Danny... beautiful...
I am singing, singing with you....
(I'm at work, about to leave to take Antonia shopping... you are probably doing the same... :)
:)
Lovely.
Uh huh!
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