[Le premesse (prima e seconda, non filosofica) sono lì a far passare il tempo. Il resto si espone compostamente.]
martedì 9 giugno 2009
And when I'm all alone I really don't feel that way.
«She brings the sunshine to a rainy afternoon;
she puts the sweetness in, stirs it with a spoon.
She watches for my moods, never brings me down;
she puts the sweetness in, all around.
She knows just what to say to make me feel so good inside.
And when I'm all alone I feel I don't want to hide...
Today she brought me in, told me where she'd been;
she put my mind at rest, put the sweetness in.
I'll ask her for some time to go and look around.
She puts the sweetness in with a sound.
She knows just what to say to make a sunny day.
And when I'm all alone I really don't feel that way.
Tell me, how would you feel with no world of your own and nobody to hold?
I just can't see the way. I'm so glad it's today and you're here; you're here.
She brings the sunshine to a rainy afternoon;
She puts the sweetness in, stirs it with a spoon.
She watches for my moods, never brings me down;
She puts the sweetness in, all around.
She knows just what to say to make me feel so good inside.
And when I'm all alone I really don't feel that way.
Oh how I need her so,
I know she'll never go.
She'll never leave me, believe me, no.
She'll never go...»
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