To **** a bird is to **** his song,
so now we wait and now we long.
For without his music how can we dance?
How can our love ever stand a chance?
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 11:54 PM UTC
To **** a bird is to **** his song,
so now we wait and now we long.
For without his music how can we dance?
How can our love ever stand a chance?
