Monday 17 December 2007 photo 7/8
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I remember him, he was very young, No one spoke like him - he was someone. And you, you got in my way - stood between me and my friends, you where the reason to my pain. I run thoutgh the grass I run over the stones, show me the way back to the sea. I hear excuses for you, I hear it's truble in shangri-la.
Annons
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Anonymous
Mon 17 Dec 2007 21:59
fan va skön bild : P
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