Into your arms and hand in hand,
oh your love and fear was still life and calling through thirst and madness that played with sadness threw second hand cupid arrows blind though a state of vain vanity, a ride to torture.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:05 AM UTC
Into your arms and hand in hand,
oh your love and fear was still life and calling through thirst and madness that played with sadness threw second hand cupid arrows blind though a state of vain vanity, a ride to torture.
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