https://youtube/watch?v=Tbw0kqSC9P0 When I was a child I loved the fire In my dream I was living in the flames. No one asked what was my dream But long before the stop at gas stations. R. If I had more time, I lie to you. What really hurt, I will never understand. . They marched under banners serious, Black flags fluttered for a password, Accompanied on a long journey with the dogs, Softly, as in fear after my dream.
Posted on: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 20:20:07 +0000