Sunday 2 March 2008 photo 1/1
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If birds flying south is a sign of changes At least you can predict this every year Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly I can’t get it to speak Maybe if I knew all the things it took to save us I could fix the pain that bleeds inside of me Look in your eyes to see something about me I’m standing on the edge and I don’t know what else to give.
Annons