domingo, 21 de marzo de 2010

Born a poor young country boy--Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.
Sit beside a mountain stream--see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.
Find me in my field of grass--Mother Nature's son
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Mother Nature's son.

Para N. porque sos re lindis, porque te amo hasta el infinito y más allá.
Gracias por tu (mejor) amistad.
"Find me in my fiel of grass, mother nature's son"
L.

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