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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Brazil

Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured someday soon
We kissed, and clung together there
Tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say
Now, when twilight dims the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return I will to old Brazil

3 comments:

Always On Watch said...

Nothing like "The Voice" on a summer's day!

But Brazil today? Sheesh.

-FJ the Dangerous and Extreme MAGA Jew said...

Every day is Christmas! ;)

Gert said...

I love that film!