Accordez moi cette valse, et laissons nos pas nous emporter au rythme du Clavecin... "Golden brown Texture like sun Lays me down With my mind she runs Thoughout the night No need to fight Never a frown With golden brown Every time Just like the last On her ship Tied to the mast To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown With golden brown Golden brown Finer temptress Through the age She's heading west From far away Stays for a day Never a frown with golden brown Never a frown with... Lire la suite sur le blog ›
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