Everyone's Little When The Wine Speaks By
Leave Gracefully And Start To Wait
They Bring Razors And Chill
Where Is The Breeze?
Know Your Sounds And Receive Me, Turning Sharply, Yearning Only
Who Is The Minute?
As The Glasses Turn And The Warning's Lied
Saturday, October 1, 2011
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