"Summertime
I go back there in my mind
And oh how it gets me everytime
All the flowers growing wild
Kissing underneath the moonlight
Discovering things we thought we'd never find
When I was yours and baby you were mine
Summertime
I am sitting on my backporch
And I'm wondering where you are..."
Desabafo meu.
Um charme antiguinho
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