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2011. június 8., szerda

Gligorics Teru Winds of Fall

While the sun burns, I'll pretend
That in the never-never land
It is autumn glorious.
There's no one there, only us,
Golden rods are blooming widespread,
And swallows in the golden sunset
Are whispering their sad good-byes,
Then darkness falls on the skies…
Millions of stars are shining
While the moon is outlining
Branches of a lonely three.
Then, my Love, you turn to me
With a loving word and smile
And I'm praying all the while
That this moment would never end
In this never-never land…
Around us the night is falling,
In the distance bells are calling,
Silencing men, beast and bird,
Shepherd and the sleepy herd…
There will be frost in the morning,
And without any warning,
Threes that stood there proud and tall,
Will undress in the winds of fall…

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