Del sogno del senso del dono. E tre (grappe).

And this is the road I walked on
When I shot you down
All words of forgiveness useless
They won’t help me now
And I should’ve been there for you
When you called my name
I promise to tread more lightly
Though what’s gone is gone
It’s such a shame

[Nine Horses, Darkest Birds, 2005]


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