How many times must a man look up, Before he can see the sky? How many ears must one man have, Before he can hear people cry? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind. The answer is blowin' in the wind.
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terça-feira, setembro 18, 2007
37 anos de ausência
Angel
Angel came down from heaven yesterday
She stayed with me just long enough to recue me
And she told me a story yesterday,
about the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea
And then she spread her wings high over me
She said she's gonna come back tomorrow
And I said "fly on my sweet angel,
fly on through the sky,
fly on my sweet angel,
tomorrow I'm gonna be by your side"
Sure enough this morning came unto me
Silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise
And my angel she said unto me
"today is the day for you to rise,
take my hand, you're gonna be my man,
you're gonna rise"
And then she took high over yonder
And I said "fly on my sweet angel,
fly on through the sky,
fly on my sweet angel,
forever I will be by your side"
Jimi Hendrix
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