A Month of Sundays текст

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A Month of Sundays

An adieu

And we wait for hours

The grave was like a flower

And so we wait for one day

It's like a month of Sundays

It's you and I, my friend,

I guess we stumble in

Ooh ooh

With this we know no never

The children would play forever

We laugh at every pleasure

Thus you and I begin

We gave the earth a spin

Ooh ooh

So watch and plant the flower

It comes closer with every hour

It wilts shortly after birth

Thus beauty exists in the earth

So strain and then we hope to linger

But it slowly slips through your fingers

Ooh ooh

Run brother run

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Kevin Rainbow У: 2022-08-15

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