... Collected
Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city on the river there is a girl without a dream
I'm sorry
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city on the river there is a girl without a dream
I'm sorry
posted by Sin embargo at 07:23
1 Comments:
I allways call, I allways care; my city is betwen two rivers, I'm a woman with a dream.
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