Everybody told me love was blind
2013-10-04 | 08:44:00 |
Kategori: Litterärt nonsens |
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Here at the edge,
the winters frost lay ever dormant,
pushing away the strays of spring.
The grey faces are shoveling their path,
all climbing their mountains,
while I'm buried under mine.
the winters frost lay ever dormant,
pushing away the strays of spring.
The grey faces are shoveling their path,
all climbing their mountains,
while I'm buried under mine.
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