просто так)

strega verde
the master of my sea
вот люблю я их очень
just so incredibly sweet)

I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.

When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.


Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so
I took some comfort there.


Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone,
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains

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2016-07-27 в 09:56 

a wannabe wordsmith
вот люблю я их очень
И я тоже.) Спасибо за прекрасное в ленте. ♥

2016-07-27 в 11:43 

One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them. (c) *** I could not look at her and not want to touch her (c)
Эх, ностальгия! ) Всегда приятно их послушать )

2016-07-27 в 13:06 

The trouble with real life is that you don't know whether you're the hero or just some nice chap who gets bumped off in chapter five to show what a rotter the villain is without anyone minding too much.
just so incredibly sweet
ага :inlove: :inlove: :inlove:

2016-07-27 в 23:21 

strega verde
the master of my sea

Second star to the right, and straight on till morning