يلي ما سمع هي فهو ما سمع شي. As I draw up my breath And silver fills my eyes I kiss her still For she will never rise On my weak body Lays her dying hand Through those meadows of Heaven Where we ran Like a thief in the night The wind blows so light It wars with my tears They wont dry for many years Loves golden arrow At her should have fled And not Death ebon dart To strike her dead https://youtube/watch?v=zLmspcgrYrY
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 22:40:19 +0000
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