January
March 2012
That white wind blows through my chest With a tearful face I meet and part from you, my dear Laugh at the dirty me When I was a child, I frantically searched For the dream known as 'love' Hurting each
That white wind blows through my chest With a tearful face I meet and part from you, my dear Laugh at the dirty me When I was a child, I frantically searched For the dream known as 'love' Hurting each
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