onsdag, oktober 28
Laura Marling
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There´s a boy across the river
With shot black curly hair.
He wants to be my lover
and I want to be his peer
There´s a boy across the river
But alas I cannot swim
Now I never will get to put
My arms around him
There´s a life across the river
That was meant for me
Instead I live my life in constant misery
There´s a life across the river
But I cannot see
Why I should please those
Who will never be pleased.
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