Vienīgais, kas man vēl arvien no viņa palicis atmiņā un šķiet ne par mata tiesu pazaudēts, ir viedoklis par ironiju.

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I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley Lord with sorrowful sounds
Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart
Ask him how much he'd give me for my broken heart

Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay
For a heart that was broken baby when you went away
For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams
And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams

Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron

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jā nu kā es nepieminēju ka K. protams ir arī dzejnieks

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