Il gioco continua.
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.June, she’ll change her tune,
In restless walks she’ll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I’ll remember
A love once new has now grown old.
Sbagliando s'impera 
domenica, 25 novembre 2007 alle 13:29
è una delle mie canzoni preferite!!!!! 🙂