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Alla inlägg den 8 januari 2011

Av Miss - 8 januari 2011 04:35



Now when memories are nesting I strive for beautiful times.
Where your lament isn't heard, where your cold words have no meaning.
I want to be there together with the warm wind, the green trees, 
an ocean so blue and a mountain so high that no bird can ever reach over.

ANNONS
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