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Writer In The Sun
Donovan
The days of wine and roses are distant days for me.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls I'll never see.
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
Tonight I trod in the starlight, I excused myself with a grin.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within.
The retired writer in the sun.
Too many years I spent in the City playing with Mr. Loss and Gain.
The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun.
I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea.
The retired writer in the sunThe retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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