quinta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2008

where was I?...

Now at last
Feist

Now at last I know
What a fool I've been,
For have lost the last love
I should ever win.

Now at last I see
How my heart was blind,
To the joys before me
That I left behind.

When the wind was fresh on the hills,
And the stars were new in the sky,
And the lark was held in the still...
Where was I?
Where was I?

When the spring is cold,
Where do robins go,
What makes winter lonely?
Now at last I know...

When the wind was fresh on the hills,
And the stars were new in the sky,
And the lark was held in the still...
Where was I?
Where was I?

When the spring is cold,
Where do robins go,
What makes winter lonely?
Now at last I know...

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