She sleep without my arms
Laying beneath her head
The firm black pillow
I wonder what she dream about
When I'm not around
My sweet strong-will angel
I lose love, every second apart_
Time is a thief, but I can't complain
Cause soon he favors us more...
® André Pinnock
27-Feb-2015
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
She sleep without my arms
Laying beneath her head
The firm black pillow
I wonder what she dream about
When I'm not around
My sweet strong-will angel
I lose love, every second apart_
Time is a thief, but I can't complain
Cause soon he favors us more...
® André Pinnock
27-Feb-2015
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