She is sixty. She lives
the greatest love of her life.She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,
her hair streams in the wind.
Her dear one says:
“You have hair like pearls.”Her children say:
“Old fool.”
the greatest love of her life.She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,
her hair streams in the wind.
Her dear one says:
“You have hair like pearls.”Her children say:
“Old fool.”
