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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_2_EJogf2A
'I have here a cask of most magical wine
A vintage that blessed every ship in the line
It's wrung from the blood of the sailors who died
Young white bodies adrift in the tide'
He dreamed of the ship on the sea
It would carry his father and he
To a place they could never be found
To a place far away from this town
A Newcastle ship without coals
They would sail to the island of souls
Dat woordje "vintage" moest ik in het woordenboek opzoeken, 20 jaar geleden.
Die "nieuwe" cd van sting, if on a winter's night, daar staan maar twee echt goede liedjes op, de eerste twee ! Sodemieters. Die hele John Dowland cd was wel mooi. Nader tot u ? Verder van mij.
Alle goeden gaan jong.
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