ANGELINA

ANGELINE

Yesterday´s Newspapers Forecasts no Rain For Today
Yesterday´s News Was Old News, the Skies Are All Grey

Winter´s in Labor and Soon Will Give Birth to the Spring

And Sprinkle the Meadows With Flowers For My Angeline.
Heartache and Sorrow and Sadness Unendingly Find

Wings On a Mem´ry and With Them She Flies to My Mind

She Stretched Her Arms For a Moment, Then Went Back to Sleep

While Morning Stood Watching Me Ever So Silently Weak.
She Opened Her Eyes, Lord, the Minute My Feet Touched the Floor

The Cold Hard-wood Creaked With Each Step That I Made to the Door

Then I Turned to Her Gently and Said, "Hon, Just Look, It Is Spring"

Knowing Outside the Window, the Winter Looked For Angeline.
But Yesterday´s Newspaper Forecast no Rain For Today,

But Yesterday´s News Is Old News the Skies Are All Grey

Feliz aniversário para quem sempre viveu, vive e viverá ainda muito, lutando contra injustiças, desigualdades e por um final feliz para tudo e todos.

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