B. Fleischmann – Sleep

14/02/2010

First she worked, in a little shop
Where I saw here every day
She wouldn’t talk
She wouldn’t smile
But I liked her anyway
I bought some milk
I bought some bread
I watched her hands so tiny
I walked out of the shop again
And the day was, almost shiny

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