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Bob Dylan The Boxer

my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer

Tercüme: Dylan, Bob. Boksör.

my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer

my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer