No release. I suppose I’ve got to walk the line Pick a rose in summer time I see those who were here for me. Waiting Oh, so silently. Why are they here today It is so strange once I could just say. Hold my hand, you understand the way the world treated me. I will make you. I will be No different... Sign in to see full entry.
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