Four o'clock this afternoon,
Grass plot of the garden;
So I can see why I love you
in New York Times reviews,
head at birth, and he used, until his death really, the same little
A voice I know. And this time I must go.
But I know and I am convinced that our love will stay over the years I'm crazy I love you
Last night I lay on the mountain.
wrists
You were like a pieta
Four o'clock this afternoon,
Grass plot of the garden;
So I can see why I love you
in New York Times reviews,
head at birth, and he used, until his death really, the same little
A voice I know. And this time I must go.
But I know and I am convinced that our love will stay over the years I'm crazy I love you
Last night I lay on the mountain.
wrists
You were like a pieta