Sunday 18 November 2007 photo 1/2
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Fragile leaves hit the ground The cold air drifts into my lungs I see your face through the fog Reminds me of the dreams you lost - When we met you said we were the same You know that we're different, we're different ! And all the times you promised me That everything would work out in the end You were gravely mistaken
Annons


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