The Key
پنجشنبه, 25 مرداد 1386Each time that I hold you, your eyes fill with fear,
You can’t lose control now, the price is too dear;
But love, I have heard you crying in the dark,
And the tears on your pillow came bleeding, weeping from your heart;
Oh Sinner, you’re losing all that you had,
Your day is in pieces, your night has gone […]







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