In words
In words
oh, thou art grand
but yet so sick
the pills in thy palms
can't seem to do the trick
and thou art mine
even though it's cold
to be crystallized
to what we will become
oh the smile of thee
I shall never forget
and what thou art to me
in words; it can't be said
Anita©
oh, thou art grand
but yet so sick
the pills in thy palms
can't seem to do the trick
and thou art mine
even though it's cold
to be crystallized
to what we will become
oh the smile of thee
I shall never forget
and what thou art to me
in words; it can't be said
Anita©
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 juli 2011 | ||
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