Truth about me.Unceasingly.
Дневник закрыт всем, кроме хозяина дневника!
-О себе
Her face cut from stone
Her eyes when she`s smiling
Will never reach home
Her touch would be tender
Her lips would be warm
But when we`re together
I`m always alone
Her skin is like velvet
So I went to her home
Her place like a palace
With things you can`t own
Her skin is like velvet
And hear how she sings
But hear how she sings...(c)A-Ha.
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