Las ramitas se quemaron pero llegó la primavera y nacieron nuevas

Oct 21, 2006 23:14

..So I scattered some oats in hope she'd stay
Then sat still to stop from scaring her away
but she hurried on her little way,
scurried around my mind ever since, every day

She came back for the oat,
but she brought along a "friend"
It never ends, it never ends
The harder the rain
the lower those flowers in the garden bend
It never ends, it never ends
I'd rather never talk again
than to continue to pretend this never ends
It never ends, it never ends
It never ends, it never ends
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