Love is the light that shins threw your hair. Love is the shiver of the midnight breeze. Night or day, love is in the air. Never still for long. So when it comes your way, grab it, before it's gone.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
Love is the light that shins threw your hair. Love is the shiver of the midnight breeze. Night or day, love is in the air. Never still for long. So when it comes your way, grab it, before it's gone.
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