You were a little light all made of ice
Folly personified
Gold and young and breakable
Nails and screams could never touch you
Sharp white smile in the dying light
Blew you out like a candle that day
Goodbye, good riddence
Bad rubish they say
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
You were a little light all made of ice
Folly personified
Gold and young and breakable
Nails and screams could never touch you
Sharp white smile in the dying light
Blew you out like a candle that day
Goodbye, good riddence
Bad rubish they say
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