Fall into your lovers arms. And remember those whos lovers arms are closed.
Manī ir pārāk daudz siltuma.
You can hear those distant bells .And you know they'll never leave
. It's like your church is crying out.. Like the wolf calls to the young.
Invictus - Komentāri
Mysterium tremendum et fascinans
Nestandarts (heishy) wrote 29. Novembris 2011, 00:10
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