Measuring a summer's day / I only find it slips away to grey / The hours, they bring me pain.
Tangerine / Tangerine / Living reflections from a dream / I was her love, she was my queen / And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to be / Does she still remember times like these? / To think of us again? / And I do.
LED ZEPPELIN (1970) – TANGERINE
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