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'tis hard to find your rythm in a world of 1000 hearts, A stranger's drum cannot define your beat, as earth could never sing like water, and ice could never burn with heat. But even though your wind cannot move my feet, it bursts through skin and thought, to ripple the rivers of the mind, and question the questions I got. Make me a promise to be true, to the instrument you play, so that I may feel each single note, your wind will blow my way. | ||||||||||||||
 | haleløs | 2013-12-06 19:10:14 |
læste lige og må læse om-igen - senere!
Et par forslag: stav alle tal: 1000 = a thousand
'the questions I've got.'
venligst ...
Et par forslag: stav alle tal: 1000 = a thousand
'the questions I've got.'
venligst ...
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