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all tomorrow's parties



And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties

And what will she goes and where shall she go
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties

And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties

2 comentarios:

Cuprogui dijo...

Siempre serás benvingut a mi party.

Que vorágine actulizadora, niño!
Pa un momento que me ausento lakasliao en el blog! Me gusta todo!
Preparadas, listas, ya, ya,oh! si, me viene...

besus!

Slava dijo...

Hm...
All tomorrow people, qué bien nos viene.
;-))

Besos amor!