Are modified in the guts of the living.
Singing for the dying soul,
mausped
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
They always knew it was you.
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
sevmek
çakmak
A few cathedrals chronically on show,
Never under the same sky,
Are modified in the guts of the living.
Singing for the dying soul,
mausped
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
They always knew it was you.
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
sevmek
çakmak
A few cathedrals chronically on show,
Never under the same sky,