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And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers
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"Desert hot wind blowing through / Feet are dangling in the pool / Wee small hours, summer swoon / I'm a perfect stranger too" (Eleni Mandell)
ReplyDeleteYsoyur great sense of lonesomeness is just overwhelming, Irina. So damn beautiful!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.