I can speak only
in regret's sad dialect,
and sing my losses.
I can speak only in regret's sad dialect, and sing my losses. |
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Aww. A knife in the heart.
-- And miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground and I I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms... Snow Patrol Search for enlightment at ~enlightened-poets. That I cannot deny.
-- And miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground and I I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms... Snow Patrol Search for enlightment at ~enlightened-poets. |
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