she pulls on this heart like she's pulls on the sea
well you were a dancer, I was a rag
THE SONG IN MY HEAD WAS ALL THAT I HAD
Hope was a letter I never could send
LOVE WAS A COUNTRY WE COULDN'T DEFEND
Well you were a magazine
I was a plane jane
Just walking the sidewalks all covered in rain
Love to just get into your storyes
Just me and all of my jane plane glory!
it's been just one dream
we're livin' in
but you're still
and you're bright
and you're quiet
in the heart of it!
" Suntem doi si singuri, si-n loc de inima ne bate luna." Nichita Stanescu
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