September
17 October 2007
When I'm gone, no need to wonder if I ever think of you.
Sensation Of Disbelief
When you are seventeen, you are not very serious, One fine evening, you’ve had enough of beer and lemonade, and the rowdy cafes with their dazzling lights. You go walking beneath the green lime tree
Never heard of it.
He's the reason that I'm laughing, even if there's no one else.
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