footloose and fancy free
Colour my life with the caos of trouble
Saturday, February 27, 2010
sing me to sleep.
I love you in all the dangerous ways.
I keep my heart in shape for your love.
As it turns out , I'm a beggar for it, I will exchange for it.
All this time you were serious. Now it's obvious.
It grows, like groves, and it's falling from your hand
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