the young ladies heads from I Wish I Was 18 Again. (1978). Old
Hair on your head, white as the snow
Old man, stand feeding the pigeons
Your body is rust, skin is like dust
Seen in the light of evening
Lines on your face, each one a trace
Of happiness, distance, and sorrow
the young ladies heads from I Wish I Was 18 Again. (1978). Old
Hair on your head, white as the snow
Old man, stand feeding the pigeons
Your body is rust, skin is like dust
Seen in the light of evening
Lines on your face, each one a trace
Of happiness, distance, and sorrow
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