четверг, 2 октября 2008 г.

A stroke of luck

Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way forever
bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me nothing could ever seem to
touch me
I lose what I love most
did you know I was lost until you found me?


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Полный текст: A stroke of luck.

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