sábado, 26 de setembro de 2009

Red as strawberries in the summertime



I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ in the snow.
And I turned ’round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime...

White Winter Hymnal, Fleet Foxes

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