To what has thou' done in this light? For he shan't enough at night? To what does he please to others? He is naught, not a mother or a father. His believes are sealed in his weak Her temptation is a joke to those who watch her sleep. This is the story of how they meet RedStar and Cella 2015
A voice was singing in Sunday choir Of all the ships that are lost at sea, Of all who wait in vein by the fire, Of all the souls that can't break free. The voice was rising silvery clear Gripping the hearts and making believe That ships were safe again by the pier, That tired souls were ready to leave.. The voice was singing that love is undying... And hidden from eyes by the coat rack Blessed by Communion a child was crying That no one ever is coming back
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