On a certain day in the blue-moon month of September
Beneath a young plum tree, quietly I held her there,
my quiet, pale beloved In my arms just like a graceful dream.
And over us in the beautiful summer sky
There was a cloud on which my gaze rested
It was very white and so immensely high
And when I looked up, it had disappeared.
Beneath a young plum tree, quietly I held her there,
my quiet, pale beloved In my arms just like a graceful dream.
And over us in the beautiful summer sky
There was a cloud on which my gaze rested
It was very white and so immensely high
And when I looked up, it had disappeared.
(Brecht)
stay true to your ideas, to your friends, to your man/woman, to your family,STAY TRUE
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