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• Artiste: Wendy Darling
• Titre: 3196
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I'm writing a letter, my darling, to tell you I'm well Things could be better - Oh darling, I'm living in hell I take what I recall of your love and your grace I try to make it my own It's been three years and ninety-six days Since they made this place our home They caught a broken man, tired of the chase As you watched through the window I'm the number 3-1-9-6 slave And I'm in this place alone The whites of my eyes They reflect your silhouette The whites of my eyes They reflect - They reflect... All of the prisoners are angry and innocent too I torture myself day after day about things I can't undo The only comfort I take is in this endless letter To you The only comfort I take is in this endless letter To you The sun lit your silhouette Through your blue cotton dress The sun lit your silhouette Through your blue cotton dress The sun lit your silhouette