Like every song, life has its end.
Mine does when you are gone.
I don't take hearts from second-hand,
And yours's the one I own.
Oh, can't you hear alarming bells
Of my heart gone astray?
The story that my life retells
Is through when you're away.
Oh, don't you know how cruel is
September's lonely night?
...I'm holding to our memories.
Not giving up the fight.
Songlike
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2011
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It's a masterpiece!
In any case which gives us fate
To give up, hit the bottom
With hope to be with your relate
In golden peaceful autumn
Олег Артынов 28.09.2011 01:42 • Заявить о нарушении
In any case which gives us fate
To give up, hit the bottom
With hope to be with your relate
In golden peaceful autumn
Олег Артынов 28.09.2011 01:42 • Заявить о нарушении