It was hard enough to climb upon
It was slow-going at first
Sister, you have laid long in the sun
Aren't you dying of thirst?
Oh my dear your suit is candy-striped
And your legs are long and slim
If I whisper nothings in your ear
Will you pass them on to him?
Eén van de mooiste stemmen ooit (heeft u haar al eens 'Fields of gold' of 'Somewhere over the rainbow' horen zingen?) zingt het mooiste lied van Simon & Garfunkel.
Most of my fantasies are of making someone else come. Most of my fantasies are of to be of use. To be of some hard, simple, undeniable use. Like a spindle, like a candle, like a horseshoe, like a corkscrew. To be of use. Most of my fantasies are of making someone else come. On a horse, over palms laid, on the threshold, on the coming day.
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