Sunday
(Indisponível)
Down, down to the beach
One lesson left to teach
There where the water flies
Let me lay down and die on the sand
The moment's at hand
On a winter sunday
Had to happen someday
I see the days go by
I feel the minutes fly
I feel the time slipping away
And I never saw the ice and snow
Whispering as you turned to go
Under snow you lay
Turning to go, can't stay
Don't take my hand
Don't understand
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