There Is Love
Like the moon slept soundly in my heart
The dark and cold bernding
What about him?
Leave the liver to scorned
Believe it ... until the blood to the knee was
I do not believe
The dark and cold bernding
What about him?
Leave the liver to scorned
Believe it ... until the blood to the knee was
I do not believe
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