My love
My love is a flower in your hand,
I want to restore it but I cant...
Why must I suffer from this pain...
My tears are the drops of heavy rain.
My love is a bird in a fly,
I manage to catch it but I cry...
My heart is breaking of the dreams...
Why did you leave my, handsome prince?
I want to restore it but I cant...
Why must I suffer from this pain...
My tears are the drops of heavy rain.
My love is a bird in a fly,
I manage to catch it but I cry...
My heart is breaking of the dreams...
Why did you leave my, handsome prince?
28 января 2007
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