There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, – handsome, Twentytwoyearold.
There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs
There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, – handsome, Twentytwoyearold.
