Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby Awaiting a word Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit He runs wishing he could fly only to trip at the
Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby Awaiting a word Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit he runs Wishing he could fly Only to trip at
Helplessly hoping her harlequin hovers nearby awaiting a word Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit He runs, wishing he could fly Only to trip at
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. Helplessly Hoping.
