-This is what is called speaking. I believe that is the term. When words come out, fly into the air, live for a moment, and die. Strange, is it not? I myself have no opinion. No and no again. But still, there are words you will need to have. There are many of them. Many millions I think.
Perhaps only three or four-.
Paul Auster, City of Glass
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oooh... que linda referencia...
no se porque, enganché con otra canción
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She’s old enough to know better.
The king of marigold was in the kitchen
Cooking breakfast for the queen
The queen was in the parlour
Playing piano for the children of the king.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She’s old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.
;)
¿Y viste cuando canta en falsete al final?
Can you take me back where are people, can you take me back?
Can you take me back where are people, brother, can you take me back?
Hermoso tema, hermoso disco.
;-)
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