Patrick Wolf – Bluebells testo e traduzione (al clic) in italiano

Bluebells - Patrick Wolf

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Lucy, remember

The smell of that fall

The fires of fungus

And the rotting leaves

I fell off the wagon

Into your arms

Into this long month of Sundays

And you were my husband

My wife, my heroine

Now this is our final December

Now deep in a forest

Losing all though of spring

And nothing can help me remember

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