Sitting on a Hill
A grey brick house
Stoically on a cliff
Viewing eternal waters whirl
Frowning clouds above
Licking away sunny rays
Needles in an aching soul
Mother! Mother!
Where is my bliss?
Blackberry jam?
And soothing voices?
Just sitting on a hill
Always the same damn hill.
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mmm yo en inglés me pierdo ;)
Yes, it must be a little boring sitting on the dammed hill all day long....
Me ocurre lo que a Fernando.
Besos.
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