I blowing in the wind
under cluod and above word . . .
I PROMISE . . .
For the sake of many LOVE to you Iam willigly to sacrafice my body and soul . . .
and nothing gonna change my LOVE for you . . .
my LOVE is lit at fine afternoon . . .
LOVE that warm like summer sun . . .
shouldn’t hide when winters come . . .
Friday, November 20, 2009
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