An.
04 Oktobris 2007 @ 13:20
 
Aint no snow that didnt melt
Theres no punch that aint been felt
Theres no tale that no ones told
Theres no beauty that wont get old
Theres no garden the sun aint beamed on
Theres no shoulder that aint been leaned on
Everything lefts been done before
Nothings new, no were to explore
 
 
Plūst caur ausīm: ICP-nothing`s left