Sunfold
Sara The American Winter
I'm cleaning my housecause I want you think I'm clean.You're the only one left herewho could think that of me.You float through the door,through the haze,past my sleeping body.You'll talk about the moonlight,American winter,and not of the day.I'm dusting my bookscause I want you to think I'm read.(I'm read, I'm read.)That I'm more than a child,that I think further than my bed.I'll fetch you a flowerfrom the loveliest garden of mome raths.But I saw you from my bed,only in my head,and under the sea.(Ah-wee-mah, ah-wee-moh-wayAh-wee-mah, ah-wee-moh-wayLetras de cancionesAh-wee-mah, ah-wee-moh-wayAh-wee-mah, ah-wee-moh-wayAh-wee-mah, ah-wee-moh-wayAh-wee-mah, ah-wee-moh-wayAh-wee-mah, ah-wee-moh-wayAh-wee-mah, ah-wee-moh-way)We'll talk about the moonlight,American winter,American winter,and not of the day.
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