I've still got your face painted on my heart scrawled upon my soul. Etched upon my memory baby I've got your kiss still burning on my lips the touch of my fingertips. Is love so deep inside of me
miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008
A cold and frosty morning there's not a lot to sayAbout the things caught in my mindAnd as the day was dawning, my plane flew away With all the things caught in my mind.
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