
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream."
"Croyez pour etre forts. Aimez por etre heureuse" credeti pre a fi puternici,iubiti ptr a fi fericiti (victor hugo)
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