Don't look at me like that.
I know what this sight means.
I'll burn down your flags.
Won't leave a memory.
What are you looking there?
Eyes colder than snow.
How little you know...
How little you know...
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
Don't look at me like that.
I know what this sight means.
I'll burn down your flags.
Won't leave a memory.
What are you looking there?
Eyes colder than snow.
How little you know...
How little you know...
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