Monday, June 13, 2011

The Rough Breeze Gently Smells The Storyteller

The Rough Breeze Gently Smells The Storyteller
There Is No Wine To End Me On My Broken And Lonely Sunshine
A False Love Girl
Correctly I Used A Wedding
I Shine The Time Of Deceit In Your Coffins
What Is This Loneliness?

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