lui sapeva entrare, scavare, come quasi nessuno. nei pensieri, nei sentimenti, nell'animo di chi lo aveva capito. bastava un pianoforte, una chitarra acustica, e la sua voce.
e poteva far piangere.
Hold on, Magnolia, to that great highway moon
No one has to be that strong
But if you’re stubborn like me
I know what you’re trying to be
Hold on, Magnolia, I hear that station bell ring
You might be holding the last light I see
Before the dark finally gets a hold of me
Hold on, Magnolia, I know what a true friend you’ve been
In my life I have had my doubts
But tonight I think I’ve worked it out with all of them
Hold on, Magnolia, to the thunder and the rain
To the lightning that has just signed my name to the bottom line
Hold on, Magnolia, I hear that lonesome whistle whine
Hold on, Magnolia, I think its almost time
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