still singing the same old songs.


With your kiss my life begins. You’re spring to me, all things to me.

Don’t you know you’re life itself? Like a leaf clings to a tree, oh my darling cling to me.

For we’re creatures of the wind; and wild is the wind, so wild is the wind..

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