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Sarah Brightman First Of May

Christmas trees are small And you don't ask the time of day But you and I, our love will never die But guess who'll cry come first of May The apple

Christmas trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day. But you and I, our love will never die, but guess who'll cry come first of May. The apple

Traducció: Sarah Brightman. Primer de Maig (1999, versió en viu).

trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day. But you and I, our love will never die, but guess who'll cry come first of May. The apple tree that

Christmas trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day. But you and I, our love will never die, but guess who'll cry come first of May. The apple