The heart breaks
when through the coals it's been raked
Without any warning s to why
one just got up without any goodbye
I never heard the words through the gentle breezes
That on your shoulder the mood it freezes
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
The heart breaks
when through the coals it's been raked
Without any warning s to why
one just got up without any goodbye
I never heard the words through the gentle breezes
That on your shoulder the mood it freezes
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