Nice of you to know me
And nice of me, two, three
Weren't you gonna show me
How to catch a dream?
Four of you together could not
Walk in one of my
Forever fatal footprints.
But I will kiss the sky.
Parcheesi
I know why they call it ‘Soul’ now Because I found mine within. The fact that the release will kill you, Keeps those who might get there, Fr...
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