Sat
Feb
7
“ If only summer rain would fall
on the houses and the boulevards
and the side walk bagatelles it’s like a dream
with the roar of cars
and the lulling of the cafe bars,
the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord I don’t know if I’ll ever be back again. The Decemberists
on the houses and the boulevards
and the side walk bagatelles it’s like a dream
with the roar of cars
and the lulling of the cafe bars,
the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord I don’t know if I’ll ever be back again. The Decemberists
