If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must
She was born with a song in the air In the summer of 85 The clouds just went and the day became so bright A child of love angel like With the most beautiful
I try to believe what I feel these days It makes life much easier for me It's hard to decide what is real these days When things look so dizzy to me
Just another face from the past Been away for a while, came back with a big smile Made a million selling the night And that first time was in for a while
I?m the [Incomprehensible] that reminds you of your blessing And I'm reaper that takes them away To a place where they can lay there And wilt and rot
Nicolette I try to believe what i feel these days It makes life much easier for me It's hard to decide what is real these days When things look so dizzy
A domandarti come stai, si corre sempre un certo rischio. Il rischio che risponderai e questo normalmente sai, non e previsto! Non e prevista l'onesta
I?m the sadist that reminds you of your blessing, And the reaper that takes them away To a place where they can lay there, And wilt and rot away. And
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