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Pale are the snowflakes that fall for us

There's one tiny shoe outside in the corridor

Pale are the peonies you grew my love

The colour of your skin

Pale and paper thin

Will you have the courage of your tenderness?

When the wolf is at your door?

Your child against your breast?

Don't tell me that you'll change

Tell me again

And they always get away

It never works out for me

It never happens to me

Brett sua voz continua linda!

Vitrola: Suede - Pale Snow