, 08 2007 . 03:57
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Your eyes are the constant that drow me in.
Your sprkle lashes me to milk
Its hard to hold...
We can not find... ,
Apologize...
Weve got no time... ... to save him
When your beauty turns to milk
Rest then it will eventually clear
.
.
,
And i as always
As ever wait here
And i in dispair
Its hard to hold...
We can not find... ,
Apologize...
Weve got no time... ... to save him
