A walk on this earth
The procession
head and heart in misery
I went to the cemetery where they buried
fairies
Cradles illusions
Sometimes it would last
I know she loves
Even if she did not even
Neither shall cause
A bouquet of chrysanthemums
On the stone which we invented
not remember
Do not blame him
Not even the judge
When we rhyme It randomly
be well throw the dice
Cover with mascara eyes
Close
Especially well bury
If it does not help much misery
Should we abandon
The father is not
As we born mother
And especially in summer
On the altar of an oath That never paid
Ca What used to cry
An idea, a child
If this is proving very hard
Let the wings of fairies
The procession
head and heart in misery
I went to the cemetery where they buried
fairies
Cradles illusions
Sometimes it would last
I know she loves
Even if she did not even
Neither shall cause
A bouquet of chrysanthemums
On the stone which we invented
not remember
Do not blame him
Not even the judge
When we rhyme It randomly
be well throw the dice
Cover with mascara eyes
Close
Especially well bury
If it does not help much misery
Should we abandon
The father is not
As we born mother
And especially in summer
On the altar of an oath That never paid
Ca What used to cry
An idea, a child
If this is proving very hard
Let the wings of fairies
Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .. .. But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/ 
