1 October 2012
I am old with thin, grey hair,
With blue-green eyes and a distant stare,
But inside I am dancing and my hair is spun gold,
And I am whirling and laughing,
I will never be old
The Dancer • Opuss № I
1 October 2012
I am old with thin, grey hair,
With blue-green eyes and a distant stare,
But inside I am dancing and my hair is spun gold,
And I am whirling and laughing,
I will never be old
The Dancer • Opuss № I