Woorden:
Illdisposed A Deathwork Orange The Winter Of Our Discontempt

frustration with a puzzle in your head He's your pet aversion, he's the only one you dread My fear is of the winter that waits at journey's end Who

of frustration with a puzzle in your head He's your pet aversion, he's the only one you dread My fear is of the winter that waits at journey's end Who