Texty:
Hp Lovecraft

All along there is love we need All you are we have ??? You have lost all sense of touch In the dark without a crutch You've arrived at the Mountains

Could we possibly see The keeper of all the keys One key to rule them, he keeps in the great hall ??? tower we call Now we beat on the drum But wary a

Love is but the song we sing It is the way we die You can make the mountains ring Make the angels cry Now the dove is on the wing You need not know why

Spin, spin, spin my little darling Spin, spin, spin my little babe Stay in the garden; let your mind tarry Dance to the sunlight, smell the strawberry

Well, last month came and went and I Didn't pay the rent, well now That was pretty silly I guess But that's how much I love you baby More or less Well

The white ship has sailed and left me here again Out in the mist, I was so near again Sailing on the sea of dreams How far away it seems Sailing upon

Oh, I'm just a country boy I've got sand all in my shoes I've got tuck in the big city Got to sing the big city blues, city blues I was standing on the

Whirling, twirling, swirling Past the night, your door Better than before Not blue moon any more Flying, flying, flying Drifting through the room Smelling

: [Adaptacion: Vlad Landeros] Mi nombre es Howard Phillips. Mi casa esta situada en Collage Street, 66, Providence, Rhode Island. Ignoro en que fecha