Measuring a summer's day.
I only finds it slips away to grey,
The hours they bring me pain.
Tangerine, Tangerine
Living reflection from a dream.
I was her love she was my queen,
And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to be.
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do.
(um brinde a tudo aquilo que esta música representa)
TANGERINE, LED ZEPPELIN, OUVIR!
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