Whispers in the wind,
Telling the East of rain,
Loving him with everything
That is.
Raindrops on his face,
Sent with care—
Feel it in the frost,
Delicate snowflakes.
No imitation.
The land and the sky
Know
When they are in love.
Whispers in the wind, Telling the East of rain, Loving him with everything That is. Raindrops on his face, Sent with care— Feel it in the frost, Delicate snowflakes. No imitation. The land and the sky Know When they are in love. |
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Live for Ville Valo. "You can never have enough prositution." Kat L. (My Wife)
As the petals of a rose fall, so does my life that passes me by.
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Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
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Live for Ville Valo. "You can never have enough prositution." Kat L. (My Wife)
As the petals of a rose fall, so does my life that passes me by.
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