October 1984
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory,
all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Barbra Streisand
posted by NanNan at 3:42 PM
3 Comments:
What a lovely picture. Beautiful song too.
Thank you. for sharing this wonderful picture...
lovely lovely picture. :-)
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