December
21 January 2007
the pleasure that my sadness brings,
as my fingers press onto the strings yet another clumsy chord.
and I sing and sing of awful things
if not for you, winter would have no spring, couldn't hear the robin sing,
I just wouldn't have a clue, anyway it wouldn't ring true, if not for you.
al o jul
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I loved you then, and ever shall but there's no one left here to tell,
the world has gone black before my eyes
tha bäg
sandra
everybody must get stoned, sandra
phia - sandra
small plaza
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dance
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