My heart is on the pillow
I can not touch your hand.
And precious silence proud of you
My dark room have a band.
It is consist one guitar-bass,
One piano and my voice.
My silence voice, which cry with noise
And moon outside with choice.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 9:08 AM UTC
My heart is on the pillow
I can not touch your hand.
And precious silence proud of you
My dark room have a band.
It is consist one guitar-bass,
One piano and my voice.
My silence voice, which cry with noise
And moon outside with choice.
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