Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Email myself to you.
Or in a letter.
Runaway from here,run to get to you.
Wherever you are.
Whatever happens to me on my way to you.
My love will get across all borders...
Despite the fact I am nothing for you...
Or in a letter.
Runaway from here,run to get to you.
Wherever you are.
Whatever happens to me on my way to you.
My love will get across all borders...
Despite the fact I am nothing for you...
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09.07.2005 в 03:23Hold on.
There's always hope.
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15.07.2005 в 15:45