9 de agosto de 2011

Like an ancient day and I'm on trial. Let them seize the way, this once was an island and I could not stay for I believed them. Left for the lights always in season. Impassable night in a crowd of homesick fully grown children, you'll leave the lights. Your family may not wait, Sir, keep on believing our parents rue the day, they find us kneeling. Let them think what they may, for they've good reason. Left for the lights always in season.


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