It was a dull day knocking out the ancient door of a crumbling castle there was an old man standing out that door whose face now seemed to be marked by guilt it was a king who never really understood the meaning to lead it was a man who tried to express himself but nothing seemed to be right as well World, tell me the answer ‘cause I’m going, and all, all is a last desire from your bitter lips till I die Will hunting believed in love the stolen, stolen gold chosen love will hunting Faded indian’s carpets taken by crusades were starting to writhe, writhe in pain pictures of the golden years with bravery to fight against memories plastic troops detached all around trying to defend the last chances time machines not able to remove what time assigned without leaving a chance World, tell me the answer ‘cause i’m going and all, all is a last desire from your bitter lips till I die Will hunting believed in love the stolen, stolen gold chosen love will hunting Choose the place to fight choose it briefly
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 10:09:19 +0000
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