27 June 2014 / 29 Sha'ban 1435
It’s the old man stopping to smile
On his stroll through the park
At the four sisters' reverie
And the sudden cool breeze
On a still summer’s day
Waltzing through the trees
And the sudden music to my ears
Perfectly Canon in D
Played on the strings of my memories
When again I'm hopelessly in love
Because the world's romance fills me.
It’s the old man stopping to smile
On his stroll through the park
At the four sisters' reverie
And the sudden cool breeze
On a still summer’s day
Waltzing through the trees
And the sudden music to my ears
Perfectly Canon in D
Played on the strings of my memories
When again I'm hopelessly in love
Because the world's romance fills me.
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