The good old days. The honest man. The restless heart. A promised land. A subtle kiss. That no one sees. A broken wrist and the big trapeize. Oh well I don’t mind if you don’t mind ’cause I don’t shine if you don’t shine before you go.
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terça-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2011
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