Burt Bacharach, ’64
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
Burt Bacharach, ’64
If you see me walking down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by, walk on by
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You’re welcome! Great blog.
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Very nice !
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Thank you so much!
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Burt Bacharach! Wow! I’m wondering when you will post “Downtown” by (I forgot her name)Great image – textures and contrast are superb!
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Thank you! It’s again the moment…. Gobba workout downtown! It’s a classic 🙂
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“Downtown” by Petulla clark.
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What a great contrast, the roughness of stone and the grandeur of a clock tower.
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Thank you! During a family walk, it appeared… Thank you for visiting and your lovely comments!
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