"I was following the packall swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied 'round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime... "
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2 comments:
Me gusta el boceto, tiene mucha actitud.
aww.. que surpresa fofa.. amo-te muito :) <3
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