one by one you fall
cold and giving life to what you touch
drop after drop
you give life to are worled
whitout asking for anything
without you, we would wither
most stay away from you
under cover
inside
asking when it will end
I ask when will you return
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 4:21 AM UTC
one by one you fall
cold and giving life to what you touch
drop after drop
you give life to are worled
whitout asking for anything
without you, we would wither
most stay away from you
under cover
inside
asking when it will end
I ask when will you return
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