Etiqueta: #Simon and Garfunkel

• Richard Cory

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  They say that Richard Cory
  Owns one half of this whole town
  With political connections
  To spread his wealth around
  Born into society
  A banker's only child
  He had everything a man could want:
  Power, grace, and style

  But I work in his factory
  And I curse the life I'm living
  And I curse my poverty
  And I wish that I could be
  Richard Cory

  The papers print his picture
  Almost everywhere he goes
  Richard Cory at the opera
  Richard Cory at a show
  And the rumor of his parties
  And the orgies on his yacht!
  Oh he surely must be happy
  With everything he's got

  But I, I work in his factory
  And I curse the life I'm living
  And I curse my poverty
  And I wish that I could be
  Richard Cory

  He freely gave to charity
  He had the common touch
  And they were grateful for his patronage
  And they thanked him very much
  So my mind was filled with wonder
  When the evening headlines read:
  "Richard Cory went home last night
  And put a bullet through his head"

  But I, I work in his factory
  And I curse the life I'm living
  And I curse my poverty
  And I wish that I could be
  Richard Cory

  #Simon and Garfunkel

• som do silêncio

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  Hello, darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again

   

  In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone

   

   

  And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening

   

   

  And the sign said The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sound of silence

  #Simon and Garfunkel

• The only living boy in new iorque

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  as memórias servem para a gente se lembrar delas

  #Simon and Garfunkel