Your heart is spun of white and gold threads,
And you wear your feelings on your sleeves,
Tonight you lay down your feelings beneath the beds,
As I travel to the forest to run through out the trees.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
Your heart is spun of white and gold threads,
And you wear your feelings on your sleeves,
Tonight you lay down your feelings beneath the beds,
As I travel to the forest to run through out the trees.
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