Thursday, 17 September 2015

The Tennessee Waltz

The guitar in her cupboard, a song in her head tells of a time and now it is dead
Shut away sadly fifteen years gone, all with the music of a Nashville song.
Someday She'll return to her Grand Ole Opry home, sing some old Country, a musical throng, for the near future she's all out of salts,
maybe soon Tomi Fujiyama will sing the Tennessee waltz 





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