Archive for December 18th, 2008

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Flying

By in Devaneios, Friends

“I’ll sing of the walls of the well And the house at the top of the hill I’ll sing of the bottles of wine That we left on our old windowsill I’ll sing of the usual spin Getting sadder and older, oh love…” in Cliquot, The Flying Club Cup – Beirut  Animação emprestada de Bloggingbeirut […]