All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold Ladder of my long hair...
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut my soul From life.Adelaide Crapseyhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rele...
enchaînement au sol de Lisa et Adélaïdesur une musique des Jonas Brothers...