I could have hoped for a better piece of your man. Better times I wrote for glass, less, wind. From both behinds in back, we're reaching one of each, in time. Heart like a picture to be. Hardly, we reach.
I could have hoped for a better piece of your man. Better times I wrote for glass, less, wind. From both behinds in back, we're reaching one of each, in time. Heart like a picture to be. Hardly, we reach.