Solitude







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In my solitude
you haunt me
with memories
of days gone by
In my solitude
you taunt me
with reveries
that never die
 
I sit in my chair
I'm filled with dispair
there's no one could be so sad
with gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I think I'll soon go mad
 
In my solitude
I'm praying:
Dear Lord above
bring back my love!
 
autoři:   D.Ellington / E.DeLange,I.Mills

klíčová slova:   , , Ellington D. , anglický text , Kotor Gang , americká , blues

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