When I am at my work each day In the fields so fresh and green I often think of riches and the way things might have been But believe me when I tell you when I get home each day I'm as happy as a sandboy with my wee cup of tay
All the beautiful things in this world are lies. They count for nothing in the end. - Patrick Mccabe
All the beautiful things in this world are lies. They count for nothing in the end.
- Patrick Mccabe
When I am at my work each day In the fields so fresh and green I often think of riches and the way things might have been But believe me when I tell … - Patrick Mccabe
When I am at my work each day In the fields so fresh and green I often think of riches and the way things might have been But believe me when I tell …
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