Testo Lorena

Lorena The years creams slowly by Lorena Snow is on the grass again. The sun is sinking low Lorena Prose is where the flowers have been. The music said a low Lorena Happy sounds of left on day: The banjo softly played Lorena Where once they rang so loud and keen: I hardly fee led a cold Lorena I know the darkness soon will pain. Will sing our songs again Lorena You?ll be in my arms at laid.