Pedregalejo
The wine beneath the bedThe things we've done and saidAnd all the memoriesThat come glancing back to meIn my lonelinessYou're standing in the bridgeBeyond that stretch but our love reachAn consciousness has found me sometimes wonderingWhere you're atUmm, take me back againTake me back one more time, Spanish rose.
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