Текст и слова песни Love History – Desires Part II
My world floats like the clouds
On a pale heaven through the empty days
Of reality, my feeble palms long for to grip
The shade of uncommon valley where
I can sell my heart
For hopes and desirer of an eternal love,
That comes like the dream.
Spring to the crisped areas of my soul.
On a pale heaven through the empty days
Of reality, my feeble palms long for to grip
The shade of uncommon valley where
I can sell my heart
For hopes and desirer of an eternal love,
That comes like the dream.
Spring to the crisped areas of my soul.
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