February
March 2009
Woke up to the sound of pouring rain The wind would whisper and I'd think of you And all the tears you cried, that called my name And when you needed me I came through I paint a picture of the days go
här e jag och min far+stina när vi e i england hade grymmt kul då och nu får ni se mi pappa, VI E INTE LIKA
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