be the same on the other hand changes everything Facile
desolate
In my words are tangled smoke of your goodbye
And slowly comes the morning
Shy, warm sun extends.
Me offers a range of names
disappointments, forgive forgive You do not like
And patient hand picked
ravaged four
Or ten
Or two
And the rule
No hurry
No worries
Until you're alone . 01/19/2011
Lèves
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